From: Tecumseh (Charles Mair Poems)
LEFROY. This region is as lavish of its flowersAs heaven of its primrose blooms by night.This is the arum which ...
LEFROY. This region is as lavish of its flowersAs heaven of its primrose blooms by night.This is the arum which ...
What memories have I of it, The sea, continent-clasping, The sea whose spirit is a sorcery, The ...
Rest pilgrim, rest!—thou'rt from the Syrian land,Thou'rt from the wild and wondrous east, I knowBy the long-withered palm-branch in thy ...
Plunged in night, I sit alone Eyeless on this dungeon stone, Naked, shaggy, and unkempt, Dreaming dreams no soul hath ...
Out of the heart of the city begottenOf the labour of men and their manifold hands,Whose souls, that were sprung ...
He sat in silence on the ground, The old and haughty Czar;Lonely, tho' princes girt him round, And leaders of ...
THEY lie unwatched, in waste and vacant places,In sombre bush or wind-swept tussock spaces,Where seldom human treadAnd never human trace ...
Thy heart is in the upper world, where fleet the chamois bounds;Thy heart is where the mountain-fir shakes to the ...
"TAMELESS in his stately pride, along the lake of islands, Tireless speeds the lonely loon upon his diving track;- ...
They tell of Arab maidens, who with singing low and sweetCan tame the green and crested snake to cower at ...
IYoung captain of a crazy bark!O tameless heart in battered frame!Thy sailing orders have a mark,And hers is not the ...
A bright sun and a loosened rein, A whip whose pealing soundRings forth amid the forest trees ...
"IOTHERS endure Man's rule: he therefore deems I shall endure it-I, the unconquered Air! Imagines this triumphant strength ...
Tobacco smoke drifts up to the dim ceiling From half a dozen pipes and cigarettes, Curling in endless shapes, in ...
CHORUS If with voice of words or prayers thy sons may reach thee, We thy latter sons, the men thine ...
By parents I would not be pinned, Nor in my home abide, For I was wanton as the wind And ...
I O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being, Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead Are driven, ...
BEYOND the gates thou gav'st a field to till; I have a larger on my window-sill. A farm, d'ye say? ...
By the winding Wollondilly where the weeping willows weep, And the shepherd, with his billy, half awake and half asleep, ...
And all that is this day. . . The boy with cap slung over what had been a face. .. ...
IN tattered robes that hoard a glittering trace Of bygone colours, broidered to the knee, Behold her, daughter of a ...
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