Daniel (Hanford Lennox Gordon Poems)
Down into the darkness at last, Daniel,--down into the darkness at last;Laid in ...
Down into the darkness at last, Daniel,--down into the darkness at last;Laid in ...
NEW YORK, July 20, 1883.DEAR GIRL:The town goes on as thoughIt thought you still were in it;The gilded cage seems ...
FROM "THE TRIUMPH OF MUSIC." ... Fresh from bathing in orient fountains, In wells of rock water and snow, Comes the Dawn with ...
Scarce are the clouds' black shadows Pierced by a gleam of light, Scarce have our fields grown dark again, Freed ...
Written in the month of January, the ground covered with snow.'Tis winter, drear winter, and cold the winds blow,The ground ...
Sweet, modest, pensive, tender flower,Though snow-drifts rise and storm-clouds lowerAbove thy gentle drooping head,And chill thee on thy frozen bed—Though ...
I wandered lonely where the pine-trees madeAgainst the bitter East their barricade,And, guided by its sweetPerfume, I found, within a ...
To have known him, to have loved him After loneness long;And then to be estranged in life, And neither in the wrong;And ...
Foamy tides, like snow-drifts, lingering;A battalion of plum trees silently blooming;A bottle of wineAnd a fishing line;Who in this world ...
Over the camp-firesDrank I with heroes,Under the Donau bank,Warm in the snow trench:Sagamen heard I there,Men of the Longbeards,Cunning and ...
The long days came and went; the riotous beesTore the warm grapes in many a dusty vine,And men grew faint ...
Scarce are the clouds' black shadows Pierced by a gleam of light, Scarce have our fields grown dark again, Freed ...
I.WE stand among the fallen leaves, Young children at our play, And laugh to see the yellow things Go rustling ...
No more the scarlet maples flash and burnTheir beacon-fires from hilltop and from plain; The meadow-grasses and the woodland fernIn ...
About three months ago, when firstUpon our open, unprotectedAnd freezing garden snowstorms burstIn sudden fury, I reflectedThat I would shut ...
I am poor and old and blind; The sun burns me, and the wind Blows through the city gate And ...
"Honor be to Mudjekeewis!" Cried the warriors, cried the old men, When he came in triumph homeward With the sacred ...
Speak of the North! A lonely moor Silent and dark and tractless swells, The waves of some wild streamlet pour ...
When shall I hear the thrushes sing, And see their graceful, round throats swelling? When shall I watch the bluebirds ...
I called to the summer sun, "Come over the hills to-day! Unlock the rivers, and tell them to run, And ...
The browns, the olives, and the yellows died, And were swept up to heaven; where they glowed Each dawn and ...
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