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' ...
St. Regimund, e'er he became a saint,Was much imbued with vulgar earthly taint;E'er he renounced the honors of a KnightAnd ...
Within a vale in distant Saxony, In time uncertain, though 'twas long ago.There dwelt a woman, most unhappily, From borrowed ...
O! Sun, resplendent in the smiling morn, As thou dost view the wastes of earth and sky,Canst thou behold the ...
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 ...
Mother! Mother! The startled cry of childish fright Rang through the silence of the night, As but the mother's fond ...
A MOUNTAIN NOCTURNEIn forest shade my couch is made. And there I calmly lie,With thought confined in pensive mind, And ...
I think when I stand in the presence of Death, How futile is earthy endeavor,If it be, with the flight ...
The leafless branch and meadow sere, The dull and leaden skies,Join with the mournful wind and drearIn dirges for ...
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