Stanzas To Ann (Albert Pike Poems)
The spirit in my soul hath woken,And bids me speak to thee again; And silence, many a day unbroken,Must cease, ...
The spirit in my soul hath woken,And bids me speak to thee again; And silence, many a day unbroken,Must cease, ...
FOR A BROTHER'S INSTALLATIONLord, are there any stones upon the way,That tear Thy bleeding feet?If our weak hands can move ...
There is a magic kingdom of strange powers,Thought-hidden, lit by other stars than ours;And, when a wanderer through its mazes ...
II love this ocean picture's pale reserve:No tints unnatural of purpling grain,Azure, or opal, mar the rough grey main,The sweep, ...
The moan of a wintry soul Melted into a summer song,And the words, like the wavelet's roll, Moved murmuringly along.And ...
What do I see and hear of an April morning?Many a ridge and furrow, headland and bay,Many a ship bound ...
Tell me, Was Venus more beautiful Than you are, When she topped The crinkled waves, Drifting shoreward On her plaited ...
Hear now the Song of the Dead -- in the North by the torn berg-edges -- They that look still ...
In Memory of one of the Writer's Family who was a Volunteer during the War with Napoleon In a ferny ...
O epic-famed, god-haunted Central Sea, Heave careless of the deep wrong done to thee When from Torino's track I saw ...
With short, sharp violent lights made vivid, To the southward far as the sight can roam, Only the swirl of ...
Although it is a cold evening, down by one of the fishhouses an old man sits netting, his net, in ...
Come, dear children, let us away; Down and away below! Now my brothers call from the bay, Now the great ...
A goddess, with a siren's grace,-- A sun-haired girl on a craggy place Above a bay where fish-boats lay Drifting ...
In the outskirts of the village On the river's winding shores Stand the Occidental plane-trees, Stand the ancient sycamores. One ...
Richard Chessick, John Gedo, James Grotstein and Vamik Voltan What darknesses have you lit up for me What depths of ...
"Courage!" he said, and pointed toward the land, "This mounting wave will roll us shoreward soon." In the afternoon they ...
Between the green bud and the red Youth sat and sang by Time, and shed From eyes and tresses flowers ...
By the far Samoan shore, Where the league-long rollers pour All the wash of the Pacific on the coral-guarded bay, ...
A gallant city has been builded far In the pied heaven, Bannered with crimson, sentinelled by star Of crystal even; ...
ALL day they loitered by the resting ships, Telling their beauties over, taking stock; At night the verdict left my ...
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