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 ...
'Mother, Mother, here comes Malthus,Mother, hold me tight!Look! It's Mr. Malthus, Mother!Hide me out of sight.'This was the cry of ...
WOODSTOCK, CONN., JULY 4, 1877NOT to myself this breath of vesper song,Not to these patient friends, this kindly throng,Not to ...
Where rural Chester spreads in hill and plain,And rippling Bronx pursues its peaceful way,Just as you turn~ within a winding ...
IT was late in mild October, and the long autumnal rainHad left the summer harvest-fields all green with grass again;The ...
My thoughts are all in yonder town,Where, wept by many tears,To-day my mother's friend lays downThe burden of her years.True ...
A blue line to the westward that surely is not cloud;A green tinge in the waters; a clamorous bird-crowd;Then far-off ...
Oh, my blossom, my darling, whose dimpled hands are cold!Oh, my baby, my treasure, laid under the green mould!Earth pressed on ...
"They sow in tears who reap in joy," Was truly said of old:We wandered far, but round us still Stretched God Almighty's ...
THE flower you placed within my button-holeHas faded; but there lives within my soulAnother rose, unfolding hour by hour-Your beauty's ...
I rememberThe crackle of the palm treesOver the mooned white roofs of the town…The shining town…And the tender fumbling of ...
I wonder if the spell, the mystery,That like a haze about your silence clings,Moulding your void until we seem to ...
ILMARINEN FORGES THE SAMPO.Wainamoinen, the magician,Takes his steed of copper color,Hitches quick his fleet-foot courser,Puts his racer to the snow-sledge,Straightway ...
Various the toils which fields so large demand! We choose the seed; we take our tools in hand. In winter ...
She had such little feet, Who climbed each day the narrow winding stair,They scarce could bear her up the long ...
Like the voice of a golden star,Heard from afar,Perishing beauty callsOut of the mist and rain;Like the song of a ...
Beside the ungathered rice he lay, His sickle in his hand; His breast was bare, his matted hair Was buried ...
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