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 at sunrise, on the topmost partOf lofty mountain, massively sublime;A pinnacle of trachyte, seamed and scarredBy countless generations' ...
What means this gathering multitude, Upon thy shores, O, Galilee,As various as the billows rude That sweep thy ever restless ...
I stood upon a crowded thoroughfare,Within a city's confines, where were metAll classes and conditions, and surveyed,From a secluded niche ...
I fear the palace of the rich, I fear the hovel of the poor;Though fortified by moat and ditch, The ...
I passed along a mountain road, Which led me through a wooded glen,Remote from dwelling or abode And ordinary haunts ...
Ill fares the heart, when hope has fled; When vanishes each prospect fair,When the last flickering ray has sped, And ...
Mother! Mother! The startled cry of childish fright Rang through the silence of the night, As but the mother's fond ...
They say that all nature is smiling and gay, And the birds the most happy of all,But the sparrow, pursued ...
I love to tread the solitudes,The forests and the trackless woods,Where nature, undisturbed by man,Pursues her voluntary plan.Where nature's chemistry ...
Is there a Death? The light of dayAt eventide shall fade away;From out the sod's eternal gloomThe flowers, in their ...
If I have lived before, some evidence Should that existence to the present bind;Some innate inkling of experience Should still ...
Once more the merry Christmas bells, Are ringing far and wide;Their chime in rhythmic chorus swells, While every brazen ...
Within the wind, my untaught ear The voice of Deity can hear,And in the fleeting cloud discern His movements, vast ...
Ye sad musicians of the wood,Whose dirges fill the solitude,Whose minor strains and melodiesAre wafted on the whispering breeze,Whose plaintive ...
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