The Fallen Tree. (Alfred Castner King Poems)
I passed along a mountain road, Which led me through a wooded glen,Remote from dwelling or abode And ordinary haunts ...
I passed along a mountain road, Which led me through a wooded glen,Remote from dwelling or abode And ordinary haunts ...
Little women, little men,Childhood never comes again.Live it gaily while you may;Give your baby souls to play;March to sound of ...
Day of hope and day of glory! After slavery and woe,Comes the dawn of woman's freedom, and the light shall ...
Where the Cape frowns out o'er the waters, Staunchly she takes her stand,With the flag that the English follow ...
My life is but a toil of many woes, And keen excitement, wearing to the core;And fervently I hope ...
Soldier of Christ, no more!Victor — thy warfare 's done.For thee the battle's roar Is hushed. Thy crown is won!Oh! ...
Voltaire, D'Alembert, and Dider?t.Three spirits linking made a triple mind, Then scorning customs shook the stars apart, And but with ...
If thou wert lying cold and still and white In death's embraces, O mine enemy! I think that if I ...
I may not hear those sounds, my child, They waken thoughts of other days; And my sad breast with yearnings ...
Boys will be boys, and boys have had their day; Boy-mischief and boy-carelessness and noiseExtenuated all, allowed, excused and smoothed ...
They have Chiseled on my stone the words: 'His life was gentle, and the elements so mixed in him That ...
1895 I the Neolithic Age savage warfare did I wage For food and fame and woolly horses' pelt. I was ...
MY lov'd, my honour'd, much respected friend! No mercenary bard his homage pays; With honest pride, I scorn each selfish ...
Glion?--Ah, twenty years, it cuts All meaning from a name! White houses prank where once were huts. Glion, but not ...
If Michael, leader of God's host When Heaven and Hell are met, Looked down on you from Heaven's door-post He ...
It is full summer now, the heart of June; Not yet the sunburnt reapers are astir Upon the upland meadow ...
time shall tell where the real warfare befalls: in every soul time shall tell who triumphs in self-infliction: no one ...
When I was cub reporter I Would interview the Great, And sometimes they would make reply, And sometimes hesitate; But ...
High, on the Solitude of Alpine Hills, O'er-topping the grand imag'ry of Nature, Where one eternal winter seem'd to reign; ...
NOTHING so true as what you once let fall, "Most Women have no Characters at all." Matter too soft a ...
They have chiseled on my stone the words: 'His life was gentle, and the elements so mixed in him That ...
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