The Feast Of The Virgins – The Feast Of The Virgins (Hanford Lennox Gordon Poems)
The sun sails high in his azure realms;Beneath the arch of the breezy elmsThe feast is spread by the murmuring ...
The sun sails high in his azure realms;Beneath the arch of the breezy elmsThe feast is spread by the murmuring ...
I.He knew she did not love him; but so longAs rivals were unknown to him, he dweltAt ease, and did ...
The house is hoary with the mould of years,And crumbling are its ivy-covered walls;The rain-storms dim it with their misty ...
(TERPSICHORE)Read at the Annual Dinner of the Phi Beta Kappa Society, atCambridge, August 24, 1843.IN narrowest girdle, O reluctant Muse,In ...
Two brothers once, an ill-matched pair,Together dwelt (no matter where),To whom an Uncle Sam, or some one,Had left a house ...
On through the mist of the morning,On through the midday glare;A hard, rough ride by the Rosebud's side,Cutting swaths through ...
Not changeful April, with her suns and showers,Pregnant with buds, whose birth the genial hoursOf teeming May will give to ...
HIS TEMPTATIONNo fear lest praise should make us proud!We know how cheaply that is won;The idle homage of the crowdIs ...
THE sun-browned girl, whose limbs reclineWhen noon her languid hand has laidHot on the green flakes of the pine,Beneath its ...
Come, comrade Vagabond,Down the dust-garbed path, let's sniffThe choking ash that shrouds the blooms,Let's make our way together; not uponThe ...
Maud Muller worked at making hay,And cleared her forty cents a day.Her clothes were coarse, but her health was fine,And ...
Awake, my muse, ye goodly sights among,The land of Boone and Kenton claims my song.Thro' other scenes our lovers take ...
I.She stood at Greenwich, motionless amid The ever-shifting crowd of passengers.I marked a big tear quivering on the lid Of ...
By the castle-gate my lady stands,Viewing broad acres and spreading lands.Hill and valley and mead and plainAre all her own, ...
Up in the attic where I sleptWhen I was a boy, a little boy,In through the lattice the moonlight crept,Bringing ...
NOT in rich glebe and ripe green garden only Does Summer weave her sweet resistless spells, But in ...
A letter from "The East" it came today,And all the house is lightened of its gloom:A sun-browned desert wind through ...
Up in the attic where I slept When I was a boy, a little boy, In through the lattice the ...
© 2020 Inspirational Stories