Accolon Of Gaul: Part III (Madison Julius Cawein Poems)
The eve now came; and shadows cowled the way Like somber palmers, who have kneeled to pray Beside a wayside shrine, and ...
The eve now came; and shadows cowled the way Like somber palmers, who have kneeled to pray Beside a wayside shrine, and ...
Now swarthy Summer, by rude health embrowned, Precedence takes of rosy fingered Spring; And laughing Joy, with wild flowers prank'd, and crown'd, A ...
Hark, news, O envy ; thou shalt hear descriedMy Julia ; who as yet was ne'er envied.To vomit gall in ...
Men stood like dolls about the seething deck;White as the foam their faces shone, whose fleckTongued far up the long ...
O GOLDEN tongued Romance, with serene lute!Fair plumed Syren, Queen of far-away!Leave melodizing on this wintry day,Shut up thine olden ...
Thick overheadclouds of the monsoon,a delight to this feverish heart.Season of rain,season of uncontrolled whispers—-the Dark One's returning!O swollen heart,O ...
Dear Jock, - Like some aul' cairter's mear I'm foonert i' the feet,An' oxter-staffs are feckless things fan a' the ...
"Once more 'twas spring! The meadow-lark gave noteAbout his grassy nest, and builders hummed Old songs while sod on sod ...
This day winding down nowAt God speeded summer's endIn the torrent salmon sun,In my seashaken houseOn a breakneck of rocksTangled ...
England, cannot thy shores boast bards as great,And hearts as good as ever blest a State?When arts were rude and ...
Brave Sammy's a fighter, who said he was slow, That Duffeldorf blighter was running his show? The fellow ...
The sun was in the summer grass,the Coolibahs* were twisted steel;the stockman paused beneath their shadeand sat upon his heel,and ...
O stony grey soil of Monaghan The laugh from my love you thieved; You took the gay child of my ...
I walked in loamy Wessex lanes, afar From rail-track and from highway, and I heard In field and farmstead many ...
I Midwinter spring is its own season Sempiternal though sodden towards sundown, Suspended in time, between pole and tropic. When ...
In the mustardseed sun, By full tilt river and switchback sea Where the cormorants scud, In his house on stilts ...
BOWED by the weight of centuries he leans Upon his hoe and gazes on the ground, The emptiness of ages ...
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