Brude (Cale Young Rice Poems)
(_A Dramatic Fantasy_) Dealing with: _Boadicea_, queen of the Britons. _Lamora_, a ...
(_A Dramatic Fantasy_) Dealing with: _Boadicea_, queen of the Britons. _Lamora_, a ...
I (_Before He Comes_) Sweet under swooning blue and mellow mist September waves of forest overflow The hills with crimson, ...
I O-Shichi, all my heart today Is dreaming of your fate; And of your little house that ...
Out on the rocks primeval, The grey Maine rocks that slant and break to the sea, With the ...
IO you poets, ever pretending Love is immortal, pipe the truth!Empty your books of lies, the ending Of no passion ...
I took the trail to the wooded canyon, The trail from the sea: For I heard a calling ...
I thought I plunged into that dire Abyss Which is Oblivion, the house of Death. I thought there ...
Swing in thy splendour, O silent sun, Drawing my heart with thee over the west! Done is its ...
1 Out of the night of lovelessness I call Thee, as, in a chill chamber where no rays ...
(_At Monte Carlo_) We met upon the street; Quick passion sprung into the eye of each; No dilettante ...
(_Venetian_) My gondola is a black sea-swan, And glides beneath the moon. Dark palaces beside me pass, Like visions ...
When we two walk, my love, on the path The moon makes over the sea, To the ...
Under the Indian stars,Mumtaz Mahal, I am sitting,Watching them wind their silent wayOver your wistful Tomb;Watching the crescent prowOf the ...
I know not where it was I saw them sit, For in my dreams I had outwandered far That endless ...
Proud Adelil! Proud Adelil! Why does she lie so cold? (I made her shrink, I made her ...
The long line of the foaming coast Is muffled by the fog's gray ghost. I cross the league ...
1 Tho' thou hast ne'er unpent thy pain's delight Upon these airs, bird of the poet's love, ...
If I had died last year when Death And I were at finger-tips, till Life Slipping between blew her warm ...
As the cocoanut-palm That pines, my love, Away from the sound Of the planter's voice, Am I, for ...
The eve of Golgotha had come, And Christ lay shrouded in the garden Tomb: Among the olives, Oh, ...
When at evening smothered lightnings Burn the clouds with fretted fires; When the stars forget to glisten, ...
1 I met a child upon the moor A-wading down the heather; She put her hand ...
(_The Maine Coast_) It is so, O sea! wild roses Bloom here in the scent of your ...
The quivering terns dart wild and dive, As the tide comes tumbling in. The calm rock-pools grow ...
A storm broods far on the foam of the deep; The moon-path gleams before. A day and ...
Up under the roof, in cold or heat, Far up, aloof from the city street, She sat all ...
I was content, O Sea, to be free for a space from striving, Content as the brown weed is, ...
(_In Old England_) What is he whispering to her there Under the hedge-row spray? "Spring, Spring, Spring?"--Is the world ...
Not only the lark but the robin too (Oh, heart o' my heart, come into the wood!) Is ...
Do women weep when men have died? It cannot be! For I have sat ...
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