The Casket Of Opals (George Parsons Lathrop Poems)
IDeep, smoldering colors of the land and seaBurn in these stones, that, by some mystery,Wrap fire in sleep and never ...
IDeep, smoldering colors of the land and seaBurn in these stones, that, by some mystery,Wrap fire in sleep and never ...
IThe trumpet, with a giant sound,Its harsh war-summons wildly sings;And, bursting forth like mountain-springs,Poured from the hillside camping-ground,Each swift battalion ...
IAh, who shall sound the hero's funeral march?And what shall be the music of his dirge?No single voice may chant ...
Here stands the great tree still, with broad bent head;Its wide arms grown aweary, yet outspreadWith their old blessing. But ...
Over the mossy walls,Above the slumbering fieldsWhere yet the ground no fruitage yields,Save as the sunlight fallsIn dreams of harvest-yellow,What ...
IVeteran memories rally to musterHere at the call of the old battle days:Cavalry clatter and cannon's hoarse bluster:All the wild ...
"Go," said the star to its light:"Follow your fathomless flight!Into the dreams of spaceCarry the joy of my face.Go," said ...
O jay-Blue-jay!What are you trying to say?I remember, in the springYou pretended you could sing;But your voice is now still ...
Valleys lay in sunny vapor,And a radiance mild was shedFrom each tree that like a taperAt a feast stood. Then ...
(FRANCIS HAWTHORNE LATHROP)FEBRUARY 6, 1881Come not again! I dwell with youAbove the realm of frost and dew,Of pain and fire, ...
(A REPLY)Yes, I was wrong about the phoebe-bird.Two songs it has, and both of them I've heard:I did not know ...
Autumn is gone: through the blue woodlands bareShatters the rainy wind. A myriad leaves,Like birds that fly the mournful Northern ...
Dear face-bright, glinting hair;Dear life, whose heart is mine-The thought of you is prayer,The love of you divine.In starlight, or ...
Soft-throated South, breathing of summer's ease(Sweet breath, whereof the violet's life is made!)Through lips moist-warm, as thou hadst lately stayed'Mong ...
A budding mouth and warm blue eyes;A laughing face; and laughing hair,-So ruddy was its riseFrom off that forehead fair;Frank ...
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