The Leaf-Cricket (Madison Julius Cawein Poems)
ISmall twilight singerOf dew and mist: thou ghost-gray, gossamer wingerOf dusk's dim glimmer,How chill thy note sounds; how thy wings ...
ISmall twilight singerOf dew and mist: thou ghost-gray, gossamer wingerOf dusk's dim glimmer,How chill thy note sounds; how thy wings ...
THE BREWING OF BEER.Now we sing the wondrous legends,Songs of wedding-feasts and dances,Sing the melodies of wedlock,Sing the songs of ...
LEMMINKAINEN'S RESTORATION.Lemminkainen's aged motherAnxious roams about the islands,Anxious wonders in her chambers,What the fate of Lemminkainen,Why her son so long ...
ORIGIN OF IRON.Wainamoinen, thus encouraged,Quickly rises in his snow-sledge,Asking no one for assistance,Straightway hastens to the cottage,Takes a seat within ...
We mix from many lands, We march for very far; In hearts and lips ...
. Pale, at its ghastly noon, Pauses above the death-still wood—the moon; The night-sprite, sighing, ...
THE POETRY OF CHAUCER Grey with all honours of age! but fresh-featured and ruddy As dawn when the drowsy farm-yard ...
I.Like a Star in the seas above, Like a Dream to the waves of sleep— Up—up—THE INCARNATE LOVE— She rose ...
"LEAN close and set thine ear against the bark; Then tell me what faint, murmurous sounds are heard: Hath not ...
See'st thou a Skylark whose glistening winglets ascendingQuiver like pulses beneath the melodious dawn?Deep in the heart-yearning distance of heaven ...
Shall I move the flowers again? Shall I put them further to the left into the light? Win that fix ...
We mix from many lands, We march for very far; In hearts and lips and hands Our staffs and weapons ...
Pale, at its ghastly noon, Pauses above the death-still wood--the moon; The night-sprite, sighing, through the dim air stirs; The ...
Under yonder beech-tree single on the green-sward, Couched with her arms behind her golden head, Knees and tresses folded to ...
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