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 ...
HERMANN AND DOROTHEA.So tow'rd the sun, now fast sinking to rest, the two walk'd together,Whilst he veil'd himself deep in ...
DAYBREAKWhat makes the lingering Night so cling to thee?Thou vast, profound, primeval hiding-placeOf ancient secrets,-gray and ghostly gulfCleft in the green ...
Perspective never withers from their eyes;They keep that docile edict of the SpringThat blends March with August Antarctic skies:These are ...
IThis is a schoolyardcrowdedwith childrenof all ages near a villageon a small streammeandering bywhere some boysare swimmingbare-assor climbing a tree ...
Then that dread angel near the awful throne,Leaving the seraphs ranged in flaming tiers,Winged his dark way through those unpinioned ...
The clanging fire-bells shook the air,The maddened crowd roared like the seaAnd hurled its human waves 'gainst me —Then through ...
At Flores in the Azores Sir Richard Grenville lay,And a pinnace, like a fluttered bird, came flying from far away:'Spanish ...
IShe was spoken off Saint Vincent, outward bound . . .Some lumber-laden barque from Puget Sound,Heaving her sodden deck-load through ...
WITH tallow casks all dunnaged tight, with tiers on tiers ol bales, With cargo crammed from hatch to hatch, she ...
Busy, with an idea for a code, I writesignals hurrying from left to right,or right to left, by obscure routes,for ...
How still it is! Sunshine itself here falls In quiet shafts of light through the high trees Which, arching, make ...
1. Cogida and death At five in the afternoon. It was exactly five in the afternoon. A boy brought the ...
In memory of Father Flye, 1884-1985 The strange and wonderful are too much with us. The protea of the antipodes-a ...
Of the old house, only a few, crumbled Courses of brick, smothered in nettle and dock, Or a shaped stone ...
This celestial seascape, with white herons got up as angels, flying high as they want and as far as they ...
1 WEAPON, shapely, naked, wan! Head from the mother's bowels drawn! Wooded flesh and metal bone! limb only one, and ...
Busy, with an idea for a code, I write signals hurrying from left to right, or right to left, by ...
About the Shark, phlegmatical one, Pale sot of the Maldive sea, The sleek little pilot-fish, azure and slim, How alert ...
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