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' ...
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 ...
Within a vale in distant Saxony, In time uncertain, though 'twas long ago.There dwelt a woman, most unhappily, From borrowed ...
What anguish rankled 'neath that silent breast? What spectral figures mocked those staring eyes, Luring them on to Stygian mysteries?What ...
Almighty God! Supreme! Most High! Before Thy throne, in reverence, we kneel;We cannot realize Thine infinity; Beholding not, we can ...
For some the river of life would seem Free from the shallow, the reef, or bar,As they gently glide down ...
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