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 ...
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 ...
Good morning--good morning--a happy new year!We greet you, kind friends of the old _Pioneer_;Hope your coffee is good and your ...
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 ...
Lo the lights in the _"Teepee-Wakan!"_ 'tis the night of the _Wakan Wacepee_.Round and round walks the chief of the clan, as ...
A HUNGARIAN TALEWhen madly raged religious war O'er all the Magyar landAnd royal archer and hussar Met foemen hand to hand,A princess ...
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 ...
To bid the brave White Chief adieu, on the shady shore gathered the warriors;His glad boatmen manned the canoe, and the oars ...
Call me not back, O cold and crafty world:I scorn your thankless thanks and hollow praise.Wiser than seer or scientist--contentTo ...
Onward rolls the Royal River, proudly sweeping to the sea,Dark and deep and grand, forever wrapt in myth and mystery.Lo ...
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 ...
A HUNGARIAN LEGENDStibor had led in many a fight, And broken a score of swordsIn furious frays and bloody raids Against the ...
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 ...
Float in the winds of heaven, O tattered Flag!Emblem of hope to all the misruled world:Thy ...
THE BRAVE FERRY-MAN[NOTE.--The great Sioux massacre in Minnesota commenced at the Agencyvillage, on the Minnesota River, early in the morning ...
"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_ ...
All-day-long the crash of cannon Shook the battle-covered plain;All-day-long the frenzied foemen Dashed against our lines in vain;All the field was piled ...
I tumble and toss on my pillow, As a ship without rudder or sparsIs tumbled and tossed on the billow, 'Neath the ...
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 ...
Have ye heard of Fort Donelson's desperate fight,Where the giant Northwest bared his arm for the right,Where thousands so bravely ...
Do they think of us, say--in the far distant West--On the Prairies of ...
The nation calls aloud again,For Freedom wounded writhes in pain.Gird on your armor, Northern men;Drop scythe and sickle, square ...
I know thou art true, and I know thou art fair As the rose-bud that blooms in thy beautiful hair;Thou art ...
Come then, brave men, from the Land of Lakes With steady steps and cheers;Our country calls, as the battle breaks, On the ...
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