One Day And Another: A Lyrical Eclogue – Part II (Madison Julius Cawein Poems)
EARLY SUMMER _The cricket in the rose-bush hedge Sings by the vine-entangled gate; The slim moon slants a timid edge Of pearl through one ...
EARLY SUMMER _The cricket in the rose-bush hedge Sings by the vine-entangled gate; The slim moon slants a timid edge Of pearl through one ...
"I do believe, and yet, in grief,I pray for help to unbelief;For needful strength aside to layThe daily cumberings of ...
I am not ambitious at all: I am not a poet, I know (Though I do love to see a mere scrawl To ...
O fils du Mincius, je te salue, ? toi Par qui le dieu des arts fut roi du peuple-roi! Et ...
I. Like the sweet Naiad of the Grecian's dreams,A Spirit born of Song — unseen, all-seeing—Lives deep within our dark ...
"COME a little nearer, Doctor,-thank you,-let me take the cup: Draw your chair up,-draw it closer,-just another little sup! May ...
Cats walk the floor at midnight; that enemy of fog,The moon, wraps the bedpost in receding stillness; sleepCollects all weary ...
Here stand my books, line upon lineThey reach the roof, and row by row,They speak of faded tastes of mine,And ...
Monument of our own age's shame,On thy country casting endless blame, Rousseau's grave, how dear thou art to meCalm repose ...
I like to read confessionsAs lengthy as Rousseau's,With all their slow processionsOf innumerable woes.I revel in Cellini,Augustine, AmielDumas's Memoirs so ...
That odd, fantastic ass, Rousseau,Declared himself unique.How men persist in doing so,Puzzles me more than Greek.The sins that tarnish whore ...
Rousseau -- Voltaire -- our Gibbon -- De Sta?l -- Leman! these names are worthy of thy shore, Thy shore ...
I thought it was the little bed I slept in long ago; A straight white curtain at the head, And ...
AFRICA I will sing you a song of Los. the Eternal Prophet: He sung it to four harps at the ...
Mock on, mock on, Voltaire, Rousseau; Mock on, mock on; 'tis all in vain! You throw the sand against the ...
Monument of our own age's shame, On thy country casting endless blame, Rousseau's grave, how dear thou art to me ...
STRANGER! the MAN OF NATURE lies not here: Enshrin'd far distant by his rival's side His relics rest, there by ...
THE old Chimaeras, old receipts For making "happy land," The old political beliefs Swam close before my hand. The grand ...
There at Geneva where Mt. Blanc floated above The wine-hued lake like a cloud, when a breeze was blown Out ...
(Being a Chant of the American Soap-Box and the Russian Revolution.) O market square, O slattern place, Is glory in ...
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