Lionel And Lucille (Christopher Pearse Cranch Poems)
I.IN the beautiful Castleton Island a mansion of lordly style,Embowered in gardens and lawns, looks over the glimmering bay.In the ...
I.IN the beautiful Castleton Island a mansion of lordly style,Embowered in gardens and lawns, looks over the glimmering bay.In the ...
A CHORUS OF HUMAN SPIRITS IN THE MIST.FAR in the shuddering spaces of the NorthWe live. We saw a ShapeOf ...
A Hundred years - and she had sat, a queenSheltering her children, opening wide her gatesTo all the inflowing tribes ...
COLD philosophers, so aptWith your formulas exacting,In your problems so enwrapt,And your theories distracting;Webs of metaphysic doubtOn your wheels forever ...
READING in Omar till the thoughts that burnedUpon his pages seemed to be inurnedWithin me in a silent fire, my ...
ON a time - not of old -When a poet had sent out his soul and no welcome had foundWhere ...
I STARTED on a lonely road.A few companions with me went.Some fell behind, some forward strode,But all on one high ...
(A Hope.)BEFORE our eyes a pageant rolledWhose banners every land unfurled;And as it passed, its splendors toldThe art and glory ...
I.ON the high road travelling steady,Sure, alert, and ever ready,Prompt to seize all fit occasion,Courting power and wealth and station;One ...
NAUGHT but the fittest lives, I hearRing on the northern breeze of thought:"To Nature's heart the strong are dear,The weak ...
UNBIDDEN to the feast where friends have brought,To greet thy seventy years, their wreaths of rhyme, -For that thy form ...
IN boyhood's days we read with keen delightHow young Aladdin rubbed his lamp and raisedThe towering Djin whose form his ...
FOR Peace, and all that follows in her path -Nor slighting honor and his country's fame,He stood unmoved, and dared ...
FAR from the pure Castalian fount our feetHave strayed away where daily we unlearnHow Truth is one with Beauty. For ...
FAR Off among the fields and meadow rillsThe August noon bends o'er a world of green.In the blue sky the ...
A MIRACLE - that man should learn to fillThese little vessels with his boundless soul;Should through these arbitrary signs controlThe ...
FORGIVE - that thus the trumpet I have blownYou never sounded - never cared to hear.The world, I know, can ...
YET what were love, and what were toil and thought,And what were life, bereft of Poesy?Who lingers in a garden ...
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