After The Rain (Madison Julius Cawein Poems)
Behold the blossom-bosomed Day again,With all the star-white Hours in her train,Laughs out of pearl-lights through a golden ray,That, leaning ...
Behold the blossom-bosomed Day again,With all the star-white Hours in her train,Laughs out of pearl-lights through a golden ray,That, leaning ...
It was six men of Indostan, to learning much inclined,who went to see the elephant (Though all of them were ...
When Cypris saw Adonis,In death already lyingWith all his locks dishevelled,And cheeks turned wan and ghastly,She bade the Loves attendantTo ...
Clouds of the autumn night, Under the hunter's moon,--Ghostly and windy white,-- Whither, like leaves wild strewn,Take ye your stormy flight?Out of ...
Deep-hearted roses of the purple duskAnd lilies of the morn;And cactus, holding up a slender tuskOf fragrance on a thorn;All ...
If you could lie upon this berth, this berth whereon I lie,If you could see a tiny peak uplift its tingled tusk,If ...
Lazy laughing languid Jenny,Fond of a kiss and fond of a guinea,Whose head upon my knee to-nightRests for a while, ...
Where the short-legged EsquimauxWaddle in the ice and snow,And the playful Polar bearNips the hunter unaware;Where by day they track ...
IN that so temperate Soil Arcadia nam'd, For fertile Pasturage by Poets fam'd; Stands a steep Hill, whose lofty jetting ...
King Solomon drew merchantmen, Because of his desire For peacocks, apes, and ivory, From Tarshish unto Tyre, With cedars out ...
Our brows are bound with spindrift and the weed is on our knees; Our loins are battered 'neath us by ...
O Sovereign power of love! O grief! O balm! All records, saving thine, come cool, and calm, And shadowy, through ...
There are who lord it o'er their fellow-men With most prevailing tinsel: who unpen Their baaing vanities, to browse away ...
BOOK I Deep in the shady sadness of a vale Far sunken from the healthy breath of morn, Far from ...
We sleep in the sleep of ages, the bleak, barbarian pines; The gray moss drapes us like sages, and closer ...
What is this, behind this veil, is it ugly, is it beautiful? It is shimmering, has it breasts, has it ...
You've asked me what the lobster is weaving there with his golden feet? I reply, the ocean knows this. You ...
SEE how the speckled sky burns like a pigeon's throat, Jewelled with embers of opal and peridote. See the white ...
After two sittings, now our Lady State To end her picture does the third time wait. But ere thou fall'st ...
Chapter I. Once on a time, a Dawn, all red and bright Leapt on the conquered ramparts of the Night, ...
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