The Feast Of The Virgins – The Feast Of The Virgins (Hanford Lennox Gordon Poems)
The sun sails high in his azure realms;Beneath the arch of the breezy elmsThe feast is spread by the murmuring ...
The sun sails high in his azure realms;Beneath the arch of the breezy elmsThe feast is spread by the murmuring ...
The night-sun sails in his gold canoe,The spirits walk in the realms of airWith their glowing faces and flaming hair,And ...
'Tis the moon of the sere, falling leaves. From the heads of the maples the west-windPlucks the red-and-gold plumage and grieves on ...
On the Spirit-Island sitting under midnight's misty moon,Lo I see the spirits flitting o'er the waters one by one!Slumber wraps the ...
To bid the brave White Chief adieu, on the shady shore gathered the warriors;His glad boatmen manned the canoe, and the oars ...
Clear was the sky as a silver shield;The bright sun blazed on the frozen field.On ice-bound river and white-robed prairieThe ...
I am growing old and weary Ere yet my locks are gray;Before me lies eternity, Behind me--but a day.How fast the years ...
Now a light rustling wind from the South shakes his wings o'er the wide, wimpling waters:Up the dark-winding river DuLuth follows fast ...
I know thou art true, and I know thou art fair As the rose-bud that blooms in thy beautiful hair;Thou art ...
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