Rachel (John Lawson Stoddard Poems)
'Twas sunset in Jerusalem; the lightStill lingered on the city's walls, and crownedMount Olivet with splendor, while below,Among the trees ...
John Lawson Stoddard Poems on Past (25 Poems)
Oswald, The Minnesinger (John Lawson Stoddard Poems)
A Legend of Schloss Forst, near MeranPROLOGUEOswald von Wolkenstein, the Last of the Minnesingers, loved a beautifulwoman, named Sabina, who ...
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 ...
Rome Revisited (John Lawson Stoddard Poems)
O sovereign Rome, still mistress of the heart,As of the world in thy majestic prime,Grand in thy ruins, peerless in ...
Discouragement (John Lawson Stoddard Poems)
"Forward, comrades, ever forward"!Shout the leaders in the fight;"Scale the ramparts! Plant the standardOn the citadel of light!"Break the chains ...
Leo (John Lawson Stoddard Poems)
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 ...
Fallen (John Lawson Stoddard Poems)
My country! by our fathers rearedAs champion of the world's opprest;Whose moral force the tyrant feared;Whose flag all struggling freemen ...
The Waif (John Lawson Stoddard Poems)
I sit in my luxurious chair;Soft rugs caress my slippered feet;Within, a balmy, summer air;Without, a wintry storm of sleet.A ...
Point Balbianello (John Lawson Stoddard Poems)
From Lake Como's depths ascending,With embankments steepStands a wooded headland, bendingWith majestic sweepTill its rugged shores, expanding,Join two charming bays,Now, ...
The Postern Gate (John Lawson Stoddard Poems)
I chose me a lovely garden,Beneath whose ivied wallA lake's blue wavelets murmurAs evening shadows fall,--A garden, whose leafy windowsFrame ...
Before A Statue Of Buddha (John Lawson Stoddard Poems)
O Buddha, of the mystic smileAnd downcast, dreamful eyes,To whom unnumbered sacred shrinesAnd gilded statues rise,Whose fanes are filled with ...
Reincarnation (John Lawson Stoddard Poems)
I know not how, I know not where,But from my own heart's mystic loreI feel that I have breathed this ...
Villa Pliniana (John Lawson Stoddard Poems)
It stands where darkly wooded cliffsSlope swiftly to the deep,And silvery streams from ledge to ledgeIn foaming splendor leap,--A broad ...
Beside Lake Como (John Lawson Stoddard Poems)
THE FAUNWithin my garden's silence and seclusion,In pensive beauty gazing toward the dawn,There stands, mid vines and flowers in profusion, A ...
Delio Patri (John Lawson Stoddard Poems)
Once more Lake Como's storied isle Reveals the Roman past!Again a stone of classic style The spade hath upward cast;How can such ...
Conjugi Carissimae (John Lawson Stoddard Poems)
Marble fragment, freed at lastFrom thy prison of the past,By a spade-thrust brought to lightAfter centuries of night,--Let me take ...
To Hon. Jesse Holdom Of Chicago, (John Lawson Stoddard Poems)
on receipt of his picture and that of his baby in his arms.Far from the great lake's pride, Over the ocean ...
The Pagan Past (John Lawson Stoddard Poems)
What sylvan god was worshipped here?What nymph once made this grove her home,And bathed within its fountain clear,When Caesar ruled ...
To The Portrait Of Napoleon, As First Consul (John Lawson Stoddard Poems)
Brilliant as Lucifer, Son of the Morning,Rises this reincarnation of Mars!Youth at its apogee, precedent scorning,Genius ascending its path toward ...
The Home-Coming From Rome (John Lawson Stoddard Poems)
Make haste! There is but one more turning!The horses cannot go too fast,So eagerly our hearts are yearningTo see the ...
A May Monody (John Lawson Stoddard Poems)
Beside my opened window pane,Each morning in this month of MayA blackbird sings in dulcet strainTwo liquid notes, which seem ...
To-Day (John Lawson Stoddard Poems)
"The sun will set at day's decline"; Qu'importe?Quaff off meanwhile life's sparkling wine!Of what avail are mournful fears,Foreboding sighs and idle ...
To The Walking-Stick Of My Dead Friend (John Lawson Stoddard Poems)
To my hand thou com'st at last,Wand of ebon, tipped with gold,--Often carried in the pastBy a hand that now ...
Day And Night (John Lawson Stoddard Poems)
Twilight is falling on lake and on land,Softly the wavelets steal in to the strand,Fisher-boats, floating like sea-gulls at rest,Glow ...
The Wine Of Life (John Lawson Stoddard Poems)
Earthen jar of quaint design,Fragile clay and slender mould,I shall soon have drained the wineWhich you still contrive to hold,--Wine ...