Can Such Things Be? (Madison Julius Cawein Poems)
Meseemed that while she played, while lightly yet Her fingers fell, as roses bloom by bloom, I listened--dead within a mighty room Of ...
Meseemed that while she played, while lightly yet Her fingers fell, as roses bloom by bloom, I listened--dead within a mighty room Of ...
Though I am poor, and cannot buyThe rare, time-mellowed things of Art,God keeps an open galleryOf glories for the poor ...
The twenty-fifth had come; Peru awoke;One cry for freedom from her green hills broke,From her wide plains and valleys; and ...
LAND of departed fame! whose classic plains Have proudly echo'd to immortal strains; Whose hallow'd soil hath given the great ...
Dear Morris--here is your letter--Can my answer reach you now?Fate has left me your debtor,You will remember how;For I went ...
Oh! hideous fiend, of form uncouth, With jaundic'd eye, and canker'd tooth, Fell Envy, why dost thou profane The labours ...
THOU that wouldst enter here, Hold thy breath inward with an holy fear; Put off thy shoes, thou in this ...
Only a few short years ago, there satA youth on one of old Rome's seven hills,Beneath a ruined temple, and ...
Farewell, farewell! Before our prow Leaps in white foam the noisy channel,A tourist's cap is on my brow, My legs ...
Fie on these Lydian tunes which blunt our sprightsAnd turne our gallants to Hermaphrodites:Giue me a Doricke touch, whose Semphony,And ...
I loved her when I was at school— So early Cupid flung his fetter;I fought my rivals, like a fool, ...
Follow the pictured forms that Vandyck drew,One life-wide lesson thou mayst learn;Each happy gift, each perfect work and true,Thou to ...
When the late TitianWas in a critical condition,He was carefully nursedBy Francis the First.(Edmund Clerihew Bentley)
I have been reading Pomfret's "Choice" this spring, A pretty kind of--sort of--kind of thing, Not much a verse, and ...
How the old Mountains drip with Sunset How the Hemlocks burn -- How the Dun Brake is draped in Cinder ...
I My love, this is the bitterest, that thou Who art all truth and who dost love me now As ...
Ah, stay thy treacherous hand, forbear to trace Those faultless forms of elegance and grace! Ah, cease to spread the ...
It is full winter now: the trees are bare, Save where the cattle huddle from the cold Beneath the pine, ...
What ghosts haunt These streets of perpetual night? Riverbanks fractured with splinters of glass condominiums For nouveam riche merchant bankers ...
O TIME, forgive the mournful song That on thy pinions stole along, When the rude hand of pain severe Chas'd ...
Would that such hills and cities round us sang, Such vistas of the actual earth and man As kindled Titian ...
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