Winona – In Camp (Hanford Lennox Gordon Poems)
With sable wings wide o'er the land night sprinkles the dew of the heavens;And hard by the dark river's strand, in the ...
With sable wings wide o'er the land night sprinkles the dew of the heavens;And hard by the dark river's strand, in the ...
Let the bier move onward.—Let no tear be shed.The midnight watch is ended: The grim old year is dead.His life ...
Do you know the town Pembroke so loyal and longAnd so worthy the praise of a poet in song?Nestled down ...
THE sculptor paused before his finished work, -A wondrous statue of divinest mould.Like Cytherea's were the rounded limbs,The hands, in ...
When through our bodies our two spirits burnEscaping, and no more our true eyes turnOutwards, and no more hands to ...
'TWAS the glowing log of a picnic fire where a red light should not be,Or the curtained glow of a ...
JUNE, 1866.BREATHE thro' me in music, Spirit of the time!Pregnant with the future, Spirit of the time!As the west wind sougheth, Through the ...
I STOOD On Sarum's treeless plain,The waste that careless Nature owns;Lone tenants of her bleak domain,Loomed huge and gray the ...
When I laid aside the verses of Mimnermus,I lived a life of canned heat and raw hands,alone, not far from ...
Once when I was shedding bitter tears, when, dissolved in pain, my hope was melting away, and I stood alone ...
From out the front of being, undefiled, A life hath been upheaved with struggle and pain; Safe in her arms a mother ...
What Malvern is the day is, and its touchstone -Grey velvet, or moon-marked; rich, or bare as bone;One looks towards Malvern and is ...
Convulsions came; and, where the field Long slept in pastoral green,A goblin-mountain was upheaved(Sure the scared sense was all deceived), Marl-glen and ...
It seemed corrival of the world's great prime,Made to un-edge the scythe of Time,And last with stateliest rhyme.No tender Dryad ...
THE PANGS that guard the gates of joy, the naked sword that will be kist, how distant seem'd they to ...
" Breathe not a whisper here;The place where thou dost stand is hallowed ground;In silence gather near this upheaved mound ...
for a man whose eyes till now were a bed of rock whose hands were drier than deserts the sea's ...
Though loth to grieve The evil time's sole patriot, I cannot leave My buried thought For the priest's cant, Or ...
(Time, Morning. Scene, the Shore.) Once more to daily toil--once more to wear The weeds of infamy--from every joy The ...
Descend from Heaven, Urania, by that name If rightly thou art called, whose voice divine Following, above the Olympian hill ...
Tanagra! think not I forget Thy beautifully-storey'd streets; Be sure my memory bathes yet In clear Thermodon, and yet greets ...
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