Madonna Pia (Helen Gray Cone Poems)
To westward lies the unseen sea, Blue sea the live winds wander o'er.The many-colored sails can flee, And leave the dead, low-lying ...
To westward lies the unseen sea, Blue sea the live winds wander o'er.The many-colored sails can flee, And leave the dead, low-lying ...
'T was a pleasant Sunday morning while the spring was in its glory,English spring of gentle glory; smoking by his ...
"Now since mine even is come at last,—For I have been the sport of steel,And hot life ebbeth from me ...
The eastern heaven was all faint amethyst,Whereon the moon hung dreaming in the mist;To north yet drifted one long delicate ...
A song of hate is a song of Hell; Some there be that sing it well. Let them sing it loud and ...
Neither would they be persuaded, though one rose from the dead.I was quick in the flesh, was warm, and the ...
"Faces, faces, faces of the streaming marching surge, Streaming on the weary road, toward the awful steep,Whence your glow and glory, ...
"Not ye who have stoned, not ye who have smitten us," cryThe sad, great souls, as they go out hence ...
Thou wast not robbed of wonder when youth fled,But still the bud had promise to thine eyes,And beauty was not ...
"Backward," he said, "dear heart I like to lookTo those half-spring, half-winter days, when firstWe drew together, ere the leaf-buds ...
One soiled and shamed and foiled in this world's fight,Deserter from the host of God, that hereStill darkly struggles,—waked from ...
When the charm at last is fled From the woodland stark and pale,And like shades of glad hours dead Whirl the leaves ...
Voice, with what emulous fire thou singest free hearts of old fashion,English scorners of Spain, sweeping the blue sea-way,Sing me ...
Hours aimless-drifting as the milkweed's down In seeming, still a seed of joy ye bear That steals into the soul when unaware,And ...
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