The Isle Of Voices (Madison Julius Cawein Poems)
The wind blew free that morn that we, High-hearted, sailed away; Bound for Favonian islands blest, Remote within the utmost West, Beyond the golden ...
The wind blew free that morn that we, High-hearted, sailed away; Bound for Favonian islands blest, Remote within the utmost West, Beyond the golden ...
THIS POEM, DEDICATED TO HIS MOTHER.To twilight heads comes Death as comes a friend.As with the gentle fading of the ...
WITH folded arms and drooping headI stand, my heart's blest goal unwon,My soul's high purpose unattained;But life, but life goes ...
OUR way stir is onward; the world is yet youngWith a beauty that never was dreamed of, or sung:Her wonders ...
THE storm and peril overpast,The hounding hatred shamed and still,Go, soul of freedom! take at lastThe place which thou alone ...
Forget thee? If to dream by night and muse on thee by day;If all the worship deep and wild a poet's ...
To be a Negro in a day like this Demands forgiveness. Bruised with blow on blow,Betrayed, like him whose woe dimmed ...
THIS was the man God gave us when the hourProclaimed the dawn of Liberty begun;Who dared a deed, and died ...
THE green leaves grow and grow,And the birds build in the trees;Ah, sweethearts, could I linger, linger,With soul at ease!O ...
When the fitful fever of the soul Is awakened in thee first;And thou goest like Judah's children forth, To slake ...
It was the autumn of the year;The strawberry-leaves were red and sere;October's airs were fresh and chill,When, pausing on the ...
Stay, Gentile, stay thy sacrilegious hand!Pass not thy furrows o'er my cherish'd land.Think you I heeded not to hear you ...
STAY , Gentile, stay thy sacrilegious hand!Pass not thy furrows o'er my cherish'd land.Think you I heeded not to hear ...
Where pilgrims seek the Prophet's tomb Across the Arabian waste,Upon the ever-shifting sands, A fearful path is traced.Far up to ...
We should not sit us down and sigh, My girl, whose brow a fane appears, Whose steadfast eyes look royally ...
WE women want too many things; And first we call for happiness, — The careless boon the hour brings, The ...
And wilt thou have me fashion into speechThe love I bear thee, finding words enough,And hold the torch out, while ...
Above the rugged realm of fir and pine, Aggressive pinnacles, supreme and high, In snow eternal keenly pierce the sky,Inviolately ...
1 They that in play can do the thing they would, Having an instinct throned in reason's place, --And every ...
Glion?--Ah, twenty years, it cuts All meaning from a name! White houses prank where once were huts. Glion, but not ...
And wilt thou have me fashion into speech The love I bear thee, finding words enough, And hold the torch ...
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