Metabole. (Alfred Castner King Poems)
AN APOSTROPHE TO THE MOON.O, silvery moon, fair mistress of the night,Thou mellow, ever vaccilating orb,How many eons of unmeasured ...
AN APOSTROPHE TO THE MOON.O, silvery moon, fair mistress of the night,Thou mellow, ever vaccilating orb,How many eons of unmeasured ...
I stood upon a crowded thoroughfare,Within a city's confines, where were metAll classes and conditions, and surveyed,From a secluded niche ...
St. Regimund, e'er he became a saint,Was much imbued with vulgar earthly taint;E'er he renounced the honors of a KnightAnd ...
DYING THOUGHTS.As Life's receding sunset fades And night descends,I calmly watch the gathering shades,As darkness stealthily invades ...
Hope is the shadowy essence of a wish, A fond desire which floats before our eyes;With lurid aberration, feverish,-- We ...
O! Sun, resplendent in the smiling morn, As thou dost view the wastes of earth and sky,Canst thou behold the ...
Within the precincts of a hospital, I wandered in a sympathetic mood;Where face to face with wormwood and with gall, ...
Wherever I wander, my spirit still dwells,In the silvery San Juan with its streamlet and dells;Whose mountainous summits, so rugged ...
What anguish rankled 'neath that silent breast? What spectral figures mocked those staring eyes, Luring them on to Stygian mysteries?What ...
Is there a Death? The light of dayAt eventide shall fade away;From out the sod's eternal gloomThe flowers, in their ...
When close by my bed the Death Angel shall stand And deliver his summons, at last;When my brow feels the ...
I think when I stand in the presence of Death, How futile is earthy endeavor,If it be, with the flight ...
I love thee, my darling, both now and forever, My heart feels the thralldom of love's mystic spell,'Tis fettered with ...
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