The Winds (Cale Young Rice Poems)
The East Wind is a Bedouin, And Nimbus is his steed; Out of the dusk with ...
The East Wind is a Bedouin, And Nimbus is his steed; Out of the dusk with ...
We have heard of the mythical lands of the East And of caliphs and sultans galore;Of Haroun al Raschid, of ...
No more the scarlet maples flash and burnTheir beacon-fires from hilltop and from plain; The meadow-grasses and the woodland fernIn ...
Mark yon runnel, how 'tis flowing, Like a sylvan spirit dreamingOf the spring-blooms near it blowing, And the ...
I laboured on the anvil of my brainAnd beat a metal out of pageantry.Figure and form I carry in my ...
With the hostile camp in skirmish Our men once were changing shot,Pranced the Delibash his charger 'Fore our ranks ...
AS evening splendors fade From yonder sky afar, The Night pins on her dark Robe with a large ...
Over you, over you, over,I hang like a wave, like a lover, Like a scimitar edged with hate; Too heavy ...
I have whetted my brain until it is like a Damascus blade, So keen that it nicks off the floating ...
After a Print by George Cruikshank It was a gusty night, With the wind booming, and swooping, Looping round corners, ...
At intermission I find her backstage still practicing the piece coming up next. She calls it the "solo in high ...
The man who stands above the bird, his knife Sharp as a Turkish scimitar, first removes A thigh and leg, ...
No Rack can torture me -- My Soul -- at Liberty -- Behind this mortal Bone There knits a bolder ...
The moon, a sweeping scimitar, dipped in the stormy straits, The dawn, a crimson cataract, burst through the eastern gates, ...
"Oh yes, I went over to Edmonstoun the other day and saw Johnny, mooning around as usual! He will never ...
ADVERTISEMENT "The grand army of the Turks, (in 1715), under the Prime Vizier, to open to themselves a way into ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
A Fragment of a Turkish Tale The tale which these disjointed fragments present, is founded upon circumstances now less common ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
It is full winter now: the trees are bare, Save where the cattle huddle from the cold Beneath the pine, ...
If I were Lord of Tartary, Myself, and me alone, My bed should be of ivory, Of beaten gold my ...
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