Heat (Madison Julius Cawein Poems)
I Now is it as if Spring had never been, And Winter but a memory and dream, Here where the Summer stands, her ...
I Now is it as if Spring had never been, And Winter but a memory and dream, Here where the Summer stands, her ...
IOver the bay as our boat went sailing Under the skies of Augustine,Far to the East lay the ocean paling Under the ...
You've heard of King Henry IIAnd the story of how he got fondOf one of his customer's daughters,A lass called ...
Schiller, thinks he, had been less of a boreIf only he'd read the Bible more.One could have nothing but praise ...
I SOMETIMES think it would be sweetIf we were like the olden lovers-The simple-hearted ones we meetIn musty books with ...
CA' the yowes to the knowes, Ca' them where the heather grows, Ca' them where the burnie rows, My bonnie dearie.As I gaed ...
Why look the distant mountainsSo gloomy and so drear?Are rain clouds passing o'er them,Or is the tempest near?No shadow of ...
Pleasanter than the hills of Thessaly,Nearer and dearer to the poet's heartThan the blue ripple belting Salamis,Or long grass waving ...
I.Come away! Come away!Flow'rs are fresh, and fields are gay!Spring her early charms discovers;Now the yellow butterfly,Herself a flying primrose, ...
Four white heifers with sprawling hooves trundle the waggon. Its ill-roped crates heavy with fruit ...
I Airy, Fairy Lilian, Flitting, fairy Lilian,When I ask her if she love me,Claps her tiny hands above me, ...
He sits. Upon the kingly head doth rest The round-balled wimple, and the heavy rings Touch on the shoulders where ...
You know what it is to be born alone, Baby tortoise! The first day to heave your feet little by ...
my mother pushed my sister out of the apartment door with an empty suitcase because she kept threatening to run ...
It's all a farce,-these tales they tell About the breezes sighing, And moans astir o'er field and dell, Because the ...
WHEN that Aprilis, with his showers swoot*, *sweet The drought of March hath pierced to the root, And bathed every ...
Chorus.-Ca' the yowes to the knowes, Ca' them where the heather grows, Ca' them where the burnie rowes, My bonie ...
I Airy, Fairy Lilian, Flitting, fairy Lilian, When I ask her if she love me, Claps her tiny hands above ...
Smooth it glides upon its travel, Here a wimple, there a gleam-- O the clean gravel! O the smooth stream! ...
I The dawn laughs out on orient hills And dances with the diamond rills; The ambrosial wind but faintly stirs ...
She is large and matronly And rather dirty, A little sardonic-looking, as if domesticity had driven her to it. Though ...
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