Japan,–Old And New (John Lawson Stoddard Poems)
The son of a Japanese lord am I,--A Prince of the olden time;My hair is white, though black as nightIn ...
The son of a Japanese lord am I,--A Prince of the olden time;My hair is white, though black as nightIn ...
"Forward, comrades, ever forward"!Shout the leaders in the fight;"Scale the ramparts! Plant the standardOn the citadel of light!"Break the chains ...
I made a journey o'er the sea,I bade my faithful dog good-bye,I knew that he would grieve for me,But did ...
Were you ever told the legend oldOf the birth of storms at sea?You should hear the tale in a Channel ...
("Old Lucia", who for many years walked back and forth, every day and inall weathers, between Azzano and Menaggio, a ...
"I will gain a fortune," the young man cried;"For Gold by the world is deified;Hence, whether the means be foul ...
Poor, little bird! the chase is ended;No longer hast thou cause for fear;Within these walls thou art befriended;No sportsmen can ...
I tread the vast deserted stageWhereon the Caesars lived and died;The relics of Rome's golden ageLie strewn about me far ...
I watched to-day a butterfly,With gorgeous wings of golden sheen,Flit lightly 'neath a sapphire skyAmid the springtime's tender green;--A creature ...
O Buddha, of the mystic smileAnd downcast, dreamful eyes,To whom unnumbered sacred shrinesAnd gilded statues rise,Whose fanes are filled with ...
I know not how, I know not where,But from my own heart's mystic loreI feel that I have breathed this ...
Stately court of Fontainebleau,Nine and ninety years agoOn thy spacious esplanade,Ranged in formal dress parade,Stood the Emperor's grenadiersWith their bronzed ...
_Youth_ dreams of all the years shall hold,--Of poems writ, of battles won,Of statues made, of love, of gold,And honors, ...
It stands where darkly wooded cliffsSlope swiftly to the deep,And silvery streams from ledge to ledgeIn foaming splendor leap,--A broad ...
I take their hands with placid smileAnd words which social rules enforce,Though sadly conscious all the whileOf something very like ...
Through the marble gates of Ostia,Where the Tiber meets the sea,And a hundred Roman galleysStrain their leashes to be free,Streams ...
Hark! how the Orient's bells are proclaiming Obsequies strange to the shrines of the west--Services Christendom's cruelties shaming-- Taught by the merciful, ...
on receipt of his picture and that of his baby in his arms.Far from the great lake's pride, Over the ocean ...
One night two lonely women metBeside a storm-swept bay;With tears their mournful eyes were wet,Their pale lips salt with spray;They ...
What sylvan god was worshipped here?What nymph once made this grove her home,And bathed within its fountain clear,When Caesar ruled ...
Bound to the earth in its headlong flight,Whence and whither we do not know,Cleaving the awful void of nightWith frost ...
I woke from dreams of rare delightAnd visions of a joyous land,Where loved ones, long since lost to sight,Walked blithely ...
Dreary fog and drizzling sleet,And a lamp-lit track of slime;Phantoms dim in the misty street,Vanishing, streaked with grime;Overhead in a ...
Had I but lived when music-loving PanStill played his flute amid the whispering reeds,When through Arcadian groves the dryads ran,And--symbolizing ...
Spirit of solitude, silence, and rest,Take me once more, like a child, to your breast!Weary of worldliness, turmoil, and hate,Welcome ...
I dwell in a region of valleys fair,Of stately forests and mountains bold,Of churches filled with treasures rare,And storied castles ...
Snowy sails, silvery sails,Gleaming in the sun,Leaving scores of jewelled trailsIn the course you run,On your white wings bear awayAll ...
They called him mad,--the poor, old man,Whose white hair, worn and thin,Fell o'er his shoulders, as he playedHis cherished violin,Forever ...
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