Eight Echoes From The Poems Of August Angellier (Henry Van Dyke Poems)
ITHE IVORY CRADLEThe cradle I have made for theeIs carved of orient ivory,And curtained round with wavy silkMore white than ...
ITHE IVORY CRADLEThe cradle I have made for theeIs carved of orient ivory,And curtained round with wavy silkMore white than ...
This is the thanksgiving of the weary,The song of him that is ready to rest.It is good to be glad ...
Long had I loved this "Attic shape," the brede Of marble maidens round this urn divine: But when your golden ...
O wonderful! How liquid clear The molten gold of that ethereal tone, Floating and falling through the wood alone, A ...
A flawless cup: how delicate and fine The flowing curve of every jewelled line! Look, turn it up or down, ...
"God said I am tired of kings." -- EMERSON God said, "I am tired of kings,"-- But that was a ...
I PRELUDE Daughter of Psyche, pledge of that last night When, pierced with pain and bitter-sweet delight, She knew her ...
Let me but feel thy look's embrace, Transparent, pure, and warm, And I'll not ask to touch thy face, Or ...
Like a long arrow through the dark the train is darting, Bearing me far away, after a perfect day of ...
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