Loved And Lost (John Marchborn Cooley Poems)
Love cannot call her back again,But oh! it may presumeWith ceaseless accents to complain,All wildly near her tomb.A madd'ning mirage ...
Love cannot call her back again,But oh! it may presumeWith ceaseless accents to complain,All wildly near her tomb.A madd'ning mirage ...
Elevation bestows the sky's nearness to my abodeI am the mountain's cloud, my skirt sprinkles rosesNow the wilderness, now the ...
THE MOONBEAMS over Arno's vale in silver flood were pouring, When first I heard the nightingale a long-lost love deploring. So passionate, ...
The spring-time of love Is both happy and gay,For joy sprinkles blossoms And balm in our way;The sky, earth, and ocean, In beauty ...
The Dew-man comes over the mountains wide,Over the deserts of sand,With his bag of clear dropsAnd his brush of feathers.He ...
Lo, in the sanctuaried East,Day, a dedicated priestIn all his robes pontifical exprest,Lifteth slowly, lifteth sweetly,From out its Orient tabernacle ...
Let us seek the modest May,She is down in the glen,Hiding and abidingFrom the common gaze of men,Where the silver ...
STILL as the circling months successive climb,With ling'ring footsteps, up the steep of time,Bleak February frowns in his return,And crowns ...
Why east wind chills and south wind coolsShall not be known till windwell driesAnd west's no longer drownedIn winds that ...
what if a much of a which of a windgives the truth to summer's lie;bloodies with dizzying leaves the sunand ...
He lies here. See the bush All grey through grief for him; Hoar scrub-like ashes cast- Sprinkles the valley grim.The ...
656The name-of it-is "Autumn"-The hue-of it-is Blood-An Artery-upon the Hill-A Vein-along the Road-Great Globules-in the Alleys-And Oh, the Shower of ...
Like nothing other than gumdrops the rounded tops of the colorful maples adorned the side of the street on our ...
She marched into the kitchen all purposeful and proud stepstool from the bathroom in her four-year old arms "I'm going ...
A slight rain comes, bathed in dawn light. I hear it among treetop leaves before mist Arrives. Soon it sprinkles ...
The name -- of it -- is "Autumn" -- The hue -- of it -- is Blood -- An Artery ...
ADVERTISEMENT "The grand army of the Turks, (in 1715), under the Prime Vizier, to open to themselves a way into ...
Sister and mother and diviner love, And of the sisterhood of the living dead Most near, most clear, and of ...
I WAS born on the prairie and the milk of its wheat, the red of its clover, the eyes of ...
O, let me seize thy pen sublime That paints, in melting dulcet rhyme, The glowing pow'r, the magic art, Th' ...
Tell me not what too well I know About the bard of Sirmio. Yes, in Thalia's son Such stains there ...
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