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' ...
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 ...
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 ...
Mother! Mother! The startled cry of childish fright Rang through the silence of the night, As but the mother's fond ...
For some the river of life would seem Free from the shallow, the reef, or bar,As they gently glide down ...
O, tomb of the pastWhere buried hopes lie,In my visions I seeThy phantoms pass by!A form, long departed, Before me ...
Shall our memories live, when the sod rolls above us And marks our last home with a mouldering heap?Shall the ...
When the poor, erring woman sought In tears the Master's feet, Her breast, with deep contrition fraught, Repentance, ...
I love thee, my darling, both now and forever, My heart feels the thralldom of love's mystic spell,'Tis fettered with ...
The fragrant perfume of the flowers,Exuding in the summer hours,E'en as the altar's incense rareDisseminated through the air,May never reach ...
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