Blue Beard (Clara Doty Bates Poems)
Once on a time there was a man so hideous and ugly That little children shrank and tried to ...
Once on a time there was a man so hideous and ugly That little children shrank and tried to ...
The nations are all calling To and fro, from strand to strand;Uniting in one army The slaves of ...
Forever fair, forever calm and bright,Life flies on plumage, zephyr-light, For those who on the Olympian hill rejoice—Moons wane, and ...
When the morning board with the rests of the feast Was set, and the martial kin- The vassals in chief ...
On the hill they are crowding together, In the stand they are crushing for room, Like midge-flies they swarm on ...
The Troubadour o'er many a plainHath roamed unwearied, but in vain.O'er many a rugged mountain-scene And forest wild his track ...
A beggar sat by the King's highway, O, but the road was long! His hair was black and his beard ...
See how the storm of life ascendsUp through the shadow of the world!Beyond our gaze the line extends,Like wreaths of ...
There is a spot I call accursed,Because my thoughts for ever wingBack to its gloom, from whence they burst,And settle ...
I saw thee once &mdash once only &mdash years ago: I must not say how many &mdash but not many. ...
Ay, shout! 'Tis the day of your pride,Ye despots and tyrants of earth! Tell your serfs the American name to ...
FORTH to the fight! then shining sword of song! Sing, sing the toil, that makes the toiler strong. Sing, how ...
The cows stood in a thunder-cloud of fliesAs, lagging through the field with trailing feet,I kicked up scores of skipper ...
There is a tongue in every leaf,A voice in every rill --A voice that speaketh everyhwere,In flood and fire, through ...
O, a moon faceIn a shadowy place.Lean over me—ah so,—let fall About my face and neck the shroud That thrills ...
Tempora labuntur, tacitisque senescimus annis, Et fugiunt freno non remorante dies. Ovid, Fastorum, Lib. vi. "O C?sar, we who are ...
I would build a cloudy House For my thoughts to live in; When for earth too fancy-loose And too low ...
THOU who hast slept all night upon the storm, Waking renew'd on thy prodigious pinions, (Burst the wild storm? above ...
O purblind race of miserable men, How many among us at this very hour Do forge a life-long trouble for ...
Forever fair, forever calm and bright, Life flies on plumage, zephyr-light, For those who on the Olympian hill rejoice-- Moons ...
I saw thee once- once only- years ago: I must not say how many- but not many. It was a ...
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