Mystery Of Carmel (Madge Morris Wagner Poems)
The Mission floor was with weeds o'ergrown,And crumbling and shaky its walls of stone;Its roof of tiles, in tiers and ...
The Mission floor was with weeds o'ergrown,And crumbling and shaky its walls of stone;Its roof of tiles, in tiers and ...
Love in a hut, with water and a crust,Is-Love, forgive us!-cinders, ashes, dust;Love in a palace is perhaps at lastMore ...
Now learn of what remains! More keenly hear!And for myself, my mind is not deceivedHow dark it is: But the ...
Now learn of what remains! More keenly hear!And for myself, my mind is not deceivedHow dark it is: But the ...
The Patten, Fan, and Petticoat,Three modern Themes of special Note,In parlous Rhimes immortal live,If Rhimes immortal Life can give;The Mouse--Trap ...
IGREEN, watery jets of light let throughThe rippling foliage drenched with dew;And golden glimmers, warm and dim,That in the vistaed ...
Two streams there were, two streams from separate founts, Both beautiful to see, and one-most holy; (From Siloa this, and this from ...
JANUARYJanus am I; oldest of potentates; Forward I look, and backward, and belowI count, as god of avenues and gates, The years ...
"Farewell?" No, not farewell, I'll worship ever Thy form divine.No death's despair, no voice of doom shall sever My heart from thine.Thou'st ...
IOak, whose mossed antiquity stands leafily ashiver,Oldest oracles, each dawn, in earth's ear to deliver,Prom your whispering world of leaves, ...
A Thyrsus grove it seem'd, of standing spears Wildly festoon'd with gadding wreaths of green;Yet, not as if old Bacchus and ...
CHORUS Iacchus! Iacchus! Ho! ...
On Cape Misenum shone a palace fair Among the laurels by the summer sea; Long colonnades, and wondrous artistry, And ...
JANUARYJanus am I; oldest of potentates; Forward I look, and backward, and belowI count, as god of avenues and gates, ...
What wonder this?—we ask the lympid well,O earth! of thee—and from thy solemn wombWhat yieldest thou?—is there life in the ...
January Janus am I; oldest of potentates; Forward I look, and backward, and below I count, as god of avenues ...
in the wares before you spread, Types of all things may be read. 'NEATH the shadow Of these bushes, On ...
Vanity, saith the preacher, vanity! Draw round my bed: is Anselm keeping back? Nephews -- sons mine -- ah God, ...
What wonder this?--we ask the lympid well, O earth! of thee--and from thy solemn womb What yieldest thou?--is there life ...
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