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 ...
Man is a creature of a thousand whims;The slave of hope and fear and circumstance.Through toil and martyrdom a million ...
The night-sun sails in his gold canoe,The spirits walk in the realms of airWith their glowing faces and flaming hair,And ...
With sable wings wide o'er the land night sprinkles the dew of the heavens;And hard by the dark river's strand, in the ...
Waziya_ came down from the North-- from the land of perpetual winter.From his frost-covered beard issued forth the sharp-biting, shrill-whistling North-wind;At the ...
'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 ...
Good morning--good morning--a happy new year!We greet you, kind friends of the old _Pioneer_;Hope your coffee is good and your ...
'Twas sunrise; the spirits of mist trailed their white robes on dewy savannas,And the flowers raised their heads to be kissed by ...
Down into the darkness at last, Daniel,--down into the darkness at last;Laid in ...
[Written for and read at the Camp Fire of the G.A.R. Department ofMinnesota, National Encampment of the Grand Army of ...
The day of truth is dawning. I beholdO'er darksome hills the trailing robes of goldAnd silent footsteps of the gladsome ...
Onward rolls the Royal River, proudly sweeping to the sea,Dark and deep and grand, forever wrapt in myth and mystery.Lo ...
The long winter wanes. On the wings of the spring come the geese and the mallards;On the bare oak the red-robin ...
On they ride--on they ride--Only three hundred,--Ride the brave Body-Guard,From the "Prairie Scouts" sundered:Two thousand riflemen,Ambushed on either side,The signal ...
Fair morning sat upon the mountain-top,Night skulking crept into the mountain-chasm.The silent ships slept in the silent bay;One broad blue ...
Change is the order of the universe.Worlds wax and wane; suns die and stars are born.Two atoms of cosmic dust ...
"We've had a brush," the Captain said,"And Rebel blood we've spilled;We came off victors with the loss Of only a _private_ ...
Dust of the desert are thy walls And temple-towers, O Babylon!O'er crumbled halls the lizard crawls, And serpents bask in blaze of ...
Poet"Why this fever--why this sighing?--Why this restless longing--dyingFor--a something--dreamy something,Undefined, and yet defyingAll the pride and power of manhood?"O these ...
On the death of Captain Hiram A. Coats, my old schoolmate and friend.Dead? or is it a dream--Only the voice ...
Silence is the voice of mighty things.In silence dropped the acorn in the rain;In silence slept till sun-touched. Wondrous lifePeeped ...
Our columns are broken, defeated, and fled;We are gathered, a few from the flying and dead,Where ...
© 2020 Inspirational Stories