Latona (Albert Pike Poems)
There was a sudden stir, Ages ago, on the Ӕgean Sea. With a loud cry, as of great agony, The ...
There was a sudden stir, Ages ago, on the Ӕgean Sea. With a loud cry, as of great agony, The ...
"BEAUTY reclin'd beneath the shade; Blooming Health before her play'd; Her golden tresses kissed the wind. Meek Content, with placid ...
Der Schulfreund wird nie vergessen."—Jean PaulYour Edinburgh is well enough— Stone picture of the past and present;But we have in ...
LYSANDER.THE sun had thrown its noontide ray Amid the flowers, and scorch'd the plains, Which panted for refreshing rains; While ...
You may brag about your breakfast foods you eat at break of day,Your crisp, delightful shavings and your stack of ...
If that apparent part of life's delightOur tingled flesh-sense circumscribes were seenBy aught save reflex and co-carnal sight,Joy, flesh and ...
His swart cheek tingled with the rain, So swift he rode that night;But all his speed no boon might ...
I How fresh the Dartle's little waves that day! A steely silver, underlined with blue, And flashing where the round ...
Part First Frau Concert-Meister Altgelt shut the door. A storm was rising, heavy gusts of wind Swirled through the trees, ...
"Relinquunt Omnia Servare Rem Publicam." The old South Boston Aquarium stands in a Sahara of snow now. Its broken windows ...
As I left the Halls at Lumley, rose the vision of a comely Maid last season worshipped dumbly, watched with ...
The wood of the barn the creosote bleeding brown shoe polish and maple syrup colors of the boards weathered and ...
Weathered and worn But oh so proudly The old barn preened in the summer Mid-day sun He had seen her ...
The Baker's Tale They roused him with muffins--they roused him with ice-- They roused him with mustard and cress-- They ...
I painted her a gushing thing, With years about a score; I little thought to find they were A least ...
Dedication Inscribed to a dear Child: in memory of golden summer hours and whispers of a summer sea. Girt with ...
I. Said Abner, ``At last thou art come! Ere I tell, ere thou speak, ``Kiss my cheek, wish me well!'' ...
New Castle, July 4, 1878 or a hundred years the pulse of time Has throbbed for Liberty; For a hundred ...
One Christmas was so much like another, in those years around the sea-town corner now and out of all sound ...
In the little Crimson Manual it's written plain and clear That who would wear the scarlet coat shall say good-bye ...
THE air was full of sun and birds, The fresh air sparkled clearly. Remembrance wakened in my heart And I ...
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