The Winds (Cale Young Rice Poems)
The East Wind is a Bedouin, And Nimbus is his steed; Out of the dusk with ...
The East Wind is a Bedouin, And Nimbus is his steed; Out of the dusk with ...
Give me a spot in the sun, With a lizard basking by me, In Sicily, over the ...
(_The Cry of the Modern_) World-sorrow have I known, like unto God. Nothing there is of pain but echoes down ...
(June, 1903) O Tintern, Tintern! evermore my dreams Troubled by thy grave beauty shall be born; Thy ...
Live! Live! Live! O send no day unto death, Undrained of the light, of the song, of the dew, Distilling ...
Beauty! all--all--is beauty? Was ever a bird so wrong! "No young in the nest, no mate, no ...
Winter has come in sackcloth and ashes (Penance for Summer's enverdured sheaves). Bitterly, cruelly, bleakly he lashes ...
All night I smiled as I slept, For I heard the March-wind feel Blindly about in the ...
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