Malcolm’s Katie: A Love Story – Part II. (Isabella Valancy Crawford Poems)
The South Wind laid his moccasins aside,Broke his gay calumet of flow'rs, and castHis useless wampun, beaded with cool dews,Far ...
The South Wind laid his moccasins aside,Broke his gay calumet of flow'rs, and castHis useless wampun, beaded with cool dews,Far ...
THEY glare-those stony eyes! That in the fierce sun-rays Showered from these burning skies, Through untold centuriesHave kept their sleepless and unwinking gaze. ...
Most comfortable Light,Light of the small lamp burning up the night,With dawn enleagued against the beaten dark;Pure golden perfect spark;Or ...
FORTH welling from the breast of sapphire lakes,Oh, tell my jocund heart why from their shoreOf emerald do those pairs ...
The red sun stared unwinking at the EastThen slept under a cloak of hodden gray;The rimy fields held the last ...
Earth has borne a little son;He is a very little one.He has a head of golden hairAnd a grave, unwinking ...
Proemion.Immeasurable Earth!Through the loud vast and populacy of Heaven,Tempested with gold schools of ponderous orbs,That cleav'st with deep-revolting harmoniesPassage perpetual, ...
Through the wild night, the silence and the dark, Through league on league of the uncharted sky, Lonelier than ...
A worker on the rail, where, day by day, The engine storms along,And sends forth, as he thunders on his ...
With nice observance of the rulesAnd precepts of the pastoral schools,A shepherdess, as fair as pure, ,Beneath a hedgerow sat ...
WHEN he pushed his bush of black hair off his brow:When she lifted her mop from her eyes, and screwed ...
"The drug clerk stands behind the counter Young and dapper and debonair…. Before him burn the great unwinking lights The ...
On a starless night and stillUnderneath a sleeping hillComes the cry of sheep and kineFrom the slaughter house to mine.Fearful ...
Oh! sigh no more, no longer paint the air With the distempered pictures of thy brain! The sighs are idle, ...
Thirty elongated secondsBy the sunWe stare, the cat and I,Strangers, cool and crouchedBehind unwinking greenTill flickAlong the spine, a whipOf ...
I The inkstand is full of ink, and the paper lies white and unspotted, in the round of light thrown ...
Was it worth keeping the Halt open, We thought as we looked at the sky Red through the spread of ...
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...
We stripped in the first warm spring night and ran down into the Detroit River to baptize ourselves in the ...
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