Chords (Madison Julius Cawein Poems)
I. Sleep while I sing to thee, Dulcinea,-- How like a shower of moonlight-crusted beams Of textile form compact, whose veins run stars,-- Discovered ...
I. Sleep while I sing to thee, Dulcinea,-- How like a shower of moonlight-crusted beams Of textile form compact, whose veins run stars,-- Discovered ...
"Smeirg a loisgeadh a thiompan ria."PART I.Still'd is the tempest's blust'ring roar; Hoarse dash the billows of the sea;--But who on ...
HOPE.NAY , sister, what hast thou to boastOf joy? a poor reciter thou,Whose happiest thought is but the ghostOf some ...
The worn bird of Freedom had furled o'er our land The shattered wings, pierced by the despot's rude hand, And stout hearts ...
Beneath the burning eastern sky The Cross was raised at morn:The widowed Church to weep stood by, The world, to hate and ...
WHY tremble so, broad Aspin Tree ?Why shake thy leaves, ne'er ceasing ?--At rest thou never seem'st to be !For, ...
'Qui vive?' The sentry's musket rings,The channelled bayonet gleams;High o'er him, like a raven's wingsThe broad tricolored banner flingsIts shadow, ...
The autumn air sweeps faint and chillAcross the maple-crested hill;And on my earFalls, tingling clear,A strange, mysterious, woodland thrill.From utmost ...
AH! LUST'ROUS GEM, bright emblem of the Heart, That nobly scorns a borrow'd ray to share, Whose gentle pow'r can break the ...
A LA FRANCE France! ? belle contr?e, ? terre g?n?reuse, Que les dieux complaisants formaient pour ?tre heureuse, Tu ne ...
……………….SometimesThe young forgot the lessons they had learnt,And lov'd when they should hate, like thee, Imelda! ~ Italy, a PoemPassa ...
But may a Rural Pen try to set forthSuch a Great Fathers Ancient Grace and worthI undertake a no less ...
Men of Cleveland, had a vultureSought a timid dove for preyWould you not, with human pity, Drive the gory bird ...
Thou sleepest but when wilt thou wake, fair child?When the fawn awakes in the forest wild?When the lark's wing mounts ...
NO coward soul is mine, No trembler in the world's storm-troubled sphere: I see Heaven's glories shine, And faith shines ...
No coward soul is mine, No trembler in the world's storm-troubled sphere: I see Heaven's glories shine, And faith shines ...
Coldly, sadly descends The autumn-evening. The field Strewn with its dank yellow drifts Of wither'd leaves, and the elms, Fade ...
Through thick Arcadian woods a hunter went, Following the beasts upon a fresh spring day; But since his horn-tipped bow ...
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