The Hour Ye Know Not. (Annie Adams Fields Poems)
IN the still night,Pallid with moonlight and unstirred by wind,The noisy waves fell crashing on the sand,Saying there will be ...
IN the still night,Pallid with moonlight and unstirred by wind,The noisy waves fell crashing on the sand,Saying there will be ...
1 A yellow band of light upon the street Pours from an open door, and makes a wide Pathway of ...
Over the housetops, Above the rotating chimney-pots, I have seen a shiver of amethyst, And blue and cinnamon have flickered ...
Heard a voice, that cried, "Balder the Beautiful Is dead, is dead!" And through the misty air Passed like the ...
I pace the sounding sea-beach and behold How the voluminous billows roll and run, Upheaving and subsiding, while the sun ...
It was the schooner Hesperus, That sailed the wintry sea; And the skipper had taken his little daughter, To bear ...
Full many a dreary hour have I past, My brain bewildered, and my mind o'ercast With heaviness; in seasons when ...
Our sardine fishermen work at night in the dark of the moon; daylight or moonlight They could not tell where ...
With short, sharp violent lights made vivid, To the southward far as the sight can roam, Only the swirl of ...
I The rutted roads are all like iron; skies Are keen and brilliant; only the oak-leaves cling In the bare ...
Hark ! from the battlements of yonder tower The solemn bell has tolled the midnight hour ! Roused from drear ...
--And yet this great wink of eternity, Of rimless floods, unfettered leewardings, Samite sheeted and processioned where Her undinal vast ...
Come queen of months in company Wi all thy merry minstrelsy The restless cuckoo absent long And twittering swallows chimney ...
The sun that brief December day Rose cheerless over hills of gray, And, darkly circled, gave at noon A sadder ...
To the Memory of the Household It Describes This Poem is Dedicated by the Author "As the Spirit of Darkness ...
On the Erie Canal, it was, All on a summer's day, I sailed forth with my parents Far away to ...
Earth, Ocean, Air, belovèd brotherhood! If our great Mother has imbued my soul With aught of natural piety to feel ...
Color floods to the spot, dull purple. The rest of the body is all washed-out, The color of pearl. In ...
By a route obscure and lonely, Haunted by ill angels only, Where an Eidolon, named NIGHT, On a black throne ...
At midnight, in the month of June, I stand beneath the mystic moon. An opiate vapor, dewy, dim, Exhales from ...
ALL day they loitered by the resting ships, Telling their beauties over, taking stock; At night the verdict left my ...
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