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 ...
Mrs. McNair Was tall and fair; Mrs. McNair was slim;She had flashing black eyes and raven hair;But a very remarkably modest air;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 ...
'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 ...
I had rather write one word upon the rockOf ages than ten thousand in the sand.The rock of ages! lo ...
'Twas sunrise; the spirits of mist trailed their white robes on dewy savannas,And the flowers raised their heads to be kissed by ...
MINNESOTA---When Mollie and I were married from the dear old cottage-home, In the vale between the hills of fir and pine,I ...
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 ...
A HUNGARIAN TALEWhen madly raged religious war O'er all the Magyar landAnd royal archer and hussar Met foemen hand to hand,A princess ...
Call me not back, O cold and crafty world:I scorn your thankless thanks and hollow praise.Wiser than seer or scientist--contentTo ...
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 ...
Monarch of Hannah's rocking-chair,With unclipped beard and unkempt hair,Sitting at ease by the kitchen fire, Nor heeding the wind and the ...
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_ ...
Away, away, o'er the bounding sea My spirit flies like a gull;For I know my Mary is watching for me, And the ...
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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