The Secret (Edward Rowland Sill Poems)
A TIDE of sun and song in beauty broke Against a bitter heart, where no voice woke Till thus it ...
A TIDE of sun and song in beauty broke Against a bitter heart, where no voice woke Till thus it ...
There ran behind the angels' wingsAn undertone of murmurings,Faint, as when sighing autumn grieves,And wrings her palms of wither'd leaves.Then ...
_AT SENNEN_Thrice-blest, alone with Nature!--here, where gray Belerium fronts the spraySmiting the bastion'd crags through centuries flown, While, 'neath the ...
God said, "I will reach my hand down to earth,That man may have in him a purer birth;For the melody ...
The sunlight fell through the shadowy trees In smiles all soft and sweet,While the incense breath of an early-breeze Stirr'd ...
IWe gave them at the harbour every token- The ritual of the guns, and at the mast The ...
Prudence Mears hath an old blue plate Hid away in an oaken chest,And a Franklin platter of ancient date Beareth ...
All through the little prairie town'Mid dusty levels broad and brownI saw the Circus pacing on;I felt its vague barbaric ...
WE stood among the boats and nets; We saw the swift clouds fall, We watched the schooners scamper in Before ...
Heard, from the speaking stones that strewThe hillside of Success;From spheres whose harmonies anewCan those who listen bless;From breaths of ...
THOU, Sibyl rapt! whose sympathetic soul Infused the myst'ries thy tongue failed to tell; Though from thy lips the marvellous ...
Night-long I heard the poignant undertone, The interminable sobbing of the sea; And now that morn breaks dim ...
BEYOND the low marsh-meadows and the beach,Seen through the hoary trunks of windy pines,The long blue level of the ocean ...
Tempora labuntur, tacitisque senescimus annis, Et fugiunt freno non remorante dies. Ovid, Fastorum, Lib. vi. "O C?sar, we who are ...
Prudence Mears hath an old blue plate Hid away in an oaken chest, And a Franklin platter of ancient date ...
I. I stand on the mark beside the shore Of the first white pilgrim's bended knee, Where exile turned to ...
WILD, wild the storm, and the sea high running, Steady the roar of the gale, with incessant undertone muttering, Shouts ...
1 PROUD music of the storm! Blast that careers so free, whistling across the prairies! Strong hum of forest tree-tops! ...
So when the verdure of his life was shed, With all the grace of ripened manlihead, And on his locks, ...
Sleepless I listen to the surge and drone And drifting roar of the town's undertone; Till through quiet falling rain ...
TARRY thou yet, late lingerer in the twilight's glory: Gay are the hills with song: earth's faery children leave More ...
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