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 day of truth is dawning. I beholdO'er darksome hills the trailing robes of goldAnd silent footsteps of the gladsome ...
Call me not back, O cold and crafty world:I scorn your thankless thanks and hollow praise.Wiser than seer or scientist--contentTo ...
White-haired and hoary-bearded, who art thouThat speedest on, albeit bent with age,Even as a youth that followeth after dreams?Whence are ...
Change is the order of the universe.Worlds wax and wane; suns die and stars are born.Two atoms of cosmic dust ...
Float in the winds of heaven, O tattered Flag!Emblem of hope to all the misruled world:Thy ...
Delightful harbinger of joys to come, Of summer's verdure and a fruitful year,Who bids thee o'er our northern snow-fields roam, And make ...
Men talk and dream of better days-- Of a golden time to come;Toward a happy and shining ...
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