Isabella Valancy Crawford Poems on God (16 Poems)
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Old Spookses’ Pass (Isabella Valancy Crawford Poems)
I. WE’D camped that night on Yaller Bull Flat,— Thar was Possum Billy, an’ Tom, an’ me. Right smart at throwin’ a lariat Was them two fellers, as ever I see; An’ for ridin’ a broncho, or argyin’ squar With the devil roll’d up in the … Continue reading
The Helot (Isabella Valancy Crawford Poems)
I. Low the sun beat on the land, Red on vine and plain and wood;With the wine-cup in his hand, Vast the Helot herdsman stood. II. Quench’d the fierce Achean gaze, Dorian foemen paus’d before,Where cold Sparta snatch’d her bays At Achaea’s stubborn door. … Continue reading
Malcolm’s Katie: A Love Story – Part IV. (Isabella Valancy Crawford Poems)
From his far wigwam sprang the strong North WindAnd rush’d with war-cry down the steep ravines,And wrestl’d with the giants of the woods;And with his ice-club beat the swelling crests.Of the deep watercourses into death,And with his chill foot froze … Continue reading
Malcolm’s Katie: A Love Story – Part VI. (Isabella Valancy Crawford Poems)
“Who curseth Sorrow knows her not at all.Dark matrix she, from which the human soulHas its last birth; whence, with its misty thews,Close-knitted in her blackness, issues out;Strong for immortal toil up such great heights,As crown o’er crown rise through … Continue reading
Malcolm’s Katie: A Love Story – Part V. (Isabella Valancy Crawford Poems)
Said the high hill, in the morning: “Look on me–“Behold, sweet earth, sweet sister sky, behold“The red flames on my peaks, and how my pines“Are cressets of pure gold; my quarried scars“Of black crevase and shadow-fill’d canon,“Are trac’d in silver … Continue reading
The Ghosts Of The Trees (Isabella Valancy Crawford Poems)
The silver fangs of the mighty axe, Bit to the blood of our giant boles;It smote our breasts and smote our backs, Thunder’d the front-cleared leaves– As sped in fire, The whirl and flame of scarlet leaves With strong desire Leaped to the air our captive … Continue reading
The White Bull (Isabella Valancy Crawford Poems)
Ev’ry dusk eye in Madrid,Flash’d blue ‘neath its lid;As the cry and the clamour ran round,“The king has been crown’d!And the brow of his bride has been boundWith the crown of a queen!” And betweenTe Deum and salvo, the roar Of the … Continue reading
Curtius (Isabella Valancy Crawford Poems)
How spake the Oracle, my Curtius, how?Methought, while on the shadowed terracesI walked and looked toward Rome, an echo cameOf legion wails, blent into one deep cry.“O Jove!” I thought, “the Oracles have said,And, saying, touched some swiftly answering chordGeneral … Continue reading
La Bouquetiere (Isabella Valancy Crawford Poems)
Buy my roses, citizens,– Here are roses golden white,Like the stars that lovers watch On a purple summer night.Here are roses ruddy red, Here are roses Cupid’s pink;Here are roses like his cheeks– Deeper–like his lips, I think.Vogue la galere! what if they die,Roses … Continue reading
The Deacon And His Daughter (Isabella Valancy Crawford Poems)
He saved his soul and saved his pork, With old time preservation;He did not hold with creosote, Or new plans of salvation;He said that “Works would show the man,”“The smoke-house tell upon the ham!” He didn’t, when he sunk a well, Inspect the … Continue reading
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