Song Of The Oktahutchee (Alexander Lawrence Posey Poems)
FAR, far, far are my silver waters drawn; The hills embrace me, loth to let me go; The maidens ...
FAR, far, far are my silver waters drawn; The hills embrace me, loth to let me go; The maidens ...
Life wanes, and the bright sunlight of our youth Sets o'er the mountain-tops, where once Hope stood. O ...
Blossom of the almond trees,April's gift to April's bees,Birthday ornament of Spring,Flora's fairest daughterling;Coming when no flowerets dareTrust the cruel ...
EVER at night have I looked up for thee, O'er thy sidereal sisterhood supreme! Ever at night have scanned the ...
CCXII cannot liken thee to any flower, As they of old, the master poets, chose From fancy's bed, to meetly ...
O Sovereign power of love! O grief! O balm! All records, saving thine, come cool, and calm, And shadowy, through ...
Muse of my native land! loftiest Muse! O first-born on the mountains! by the hues Of heaven on the spiritual ...
St. Agnes' Eve--Ah, bitter chill it was! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold; The hare limp'd trembling through ...
Droop, droop no more, or hang the head, Ye roses almost withered; Now strength, and newer purple get, Each here ...
Ponder my words, if so that any be Known guilty here of incivility; Let what is graceless, discomposed, and rude, ...
The Rose was sick, and smiling died; And, being to be sanctified, About the bed, there sighing stood The sweet ...
EXAMPLE often proves of sov'reign use; At other times it cherishes abuse; 'Tis not my purpose, howsoe'er, to tell Which ...
ONCE more permit me, nuns, and this the last; I can't resist, whatever may have passed, But must relate, what ...
WHEN Cupid with his dart, would hearts assail, The rampart most secure is not the VEIL; A husband better will ...
The melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year, Of wailing winds, and naked woods, and meadows brown and ...
Queen Guinevere had fled the court, and sat There in the holy house at Almesbury Weeping, none with her save ...
Beyond the Rocking Bridge it lies, the burg of evil fame, The huts where hive and swarm and thrive the ...
Sister and mother and diviner love, And of the sisterhood of the living dead Most near, most clear, and of ...
DREAM faces bloom around your face Like flowers upon one stem; The heart of many a vanished race Sighs as ...
Nobody in the lane, and nothing, nothing but blackberries, Blackberries on either side, though on the right mainly, A blackberry ...
To Jena Woodhouse This way of minutes miserably mixed With their own blinks misunderstood By birds and trees, this eye-born ...
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