A Lyric Of The Dawn (Edwin Markham Poems)
Alone I list In the leafy tryst; Silent the woodlands in their starry sleep- Silent the phantom wood in ...
Alone I list In the leafy tryst; Silent the woodlands in their starry sleep- Silent the phantom wood in ...
We are circling, glad of the battle: we joy in the smell of the smoke. Fight on in ...
I SEE the hell of faces surge and whirl, Like malestrom in the ocean--faces lean And fleshless as the talons ...
After volcanoes husht with snows,Up where the wide-winged condor goes,Great Aconcagua, husht and high,Sends down the ancient peace of the ...
Teach me, Father, how to go Softly as the grasses grow; Hush my soul to meet the shock ...
I climbed the canyon to a river-head, And looking backward saw a splendor spread. Miles beyond miles, of every kingly ...
I sit among the hoary trees With Aristotle on my knees And turn with serious hand the pages, Lost in ...
The twilight is the morning of his day. While Sleep drops seaward from the fading shore, With purpling ...
PreparednessFor all your days prepare, And meet them ever alike: When you are the anvil, bear-- ...
I ride on the mountain tops, I ride; I have found my life and am satisfied. I ride on the ...
The builder who first bridged Niagara's gorge, Before he swung his cable, shore to shore, Sent out across the gulf ...
There came gray stretches of volcanic plains, Bare, lone and treeless, then a bleak lone hill Like to the dolorous ...
The crest and crowning of all good, Life's final star, is brotherhood; For it will bring again to Earth Her ...
The moon shears up on Tahoe now: A panther leaps to a tamarack bough. She crouches, hugging the crooked limb: ...
A host of poppies, a flight of swallows; A flurry of rain, and a wind that follows Shepherds the leaves ...
We men of Earth have here the stuffOf Paradise - we have enough!We need no other stones to buildThe Temple ...
A sudden whirr of eager sound- And now a something throbs around The flowers that watch the fountain. Look! It ...
I would my soul were like the bird That dares the vastness undeterred. Look, where the bluebird on the bough ...
Once Phidias stood, with hammer in his hand, Carving Minerva from the breathing stone, Tracing with love the winding of ...
I hear you, little bird,Shouting a-swing above the broken wall.Shout louder yet: no song can tell it all.Sing to my ...
Has the bright sun set, Has the gale grown stronger? Still we'll not grieve yet: We will sing ...
Stand straight:Step firmly, throw your weight:The heaven is high above your head,The good gray road is faithful to your tread.Be ...
Give me the dance of your boughs, O tree, Whenever the wild wind blows; And when the wind is gone, ...
There is a destiny that makes us brothers:None goes his way alone:All that we send into the lives of othersComes ...
Lincoln is not dead. He livesIn all that pities and forgives.He has arisen., and sheds a fireThat makes America aspire.Even ...
For all your days prepare, And meet them ever alike: When you are the anvil, bear- When you ...
I LOOKED one night, and there the Semiramis, With all her mourning doves about her head, Sat rocking on an ...
BOWED by the weight of centuries he leans Upon his hoe and gazes on the ground, The emptiness of ages ...
THE low-voiced girls that go In gardens of the Lord, Like flowers of the field they grow In sisterly accord. ...
WHEN the Norn Mother saw the Whirlwind Hour Greatening and darkening as it hurried on, She left the Heaven of ...
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