The Coming of the Princess (Kate Seymour Maclean Poems)
I.Break dull November skies, and makeSunshine over wood and lake,And fill your cells of frosty airWith thousand, thousand welcomes to ...
I.Break dull November skies, and makeSunshine over wood and lake,And fill your cells of frosty airWith thousand, thousand welcomes to ...
"Oh! spare dual idols of the past, Whose lips are dumb, whose eyes are dim; Truth's diadem is not for himWho comes, ...
As the sand of the desert is smitten By hoof-beats that strike out a light,A flash by which dumb things are ...
Under the orchard boughs, That drop red leaves like coals into the grass. The golden arrows of the sunset fall; And on the ...
I touch but the things which are near; The heavens are too high for my reach: In shadow and symbol and creed, I ...
Out of the west a voice—a shudder of horror and pity; Quivers along the pulses of all the winds that blow;—Woe ...
Cradled in ice, and swathed in snows, And shining like a Christmas rose,Wreathed round with white chrysanthemums; Heaven in his innocent, brave ...
A half a century of time, The mingled pain and blissThat make the history of life Between that day and this;Two lives ...
Under the bare brown rafters, In his garret bed he lay,And dreamed of the bright hereafters. And the merry morns of May.The ...
Here the sunshine, filtering down,Through leaves of emerald, dun and brown, Is green instead of goldenAnd the hum and roar of ...
The poet's song, and the bird's, And the waters' that chant as they runAnd the waves' that kiss the beach, And the ...
Where shall we write your names, ye brave! Where build for you a monument,Who lie in many a sylvan grave, Stretched half ...
Break over the waiting hill-tops, White dawn of the Christmas morn!For the angels have sung through the midnight, That the wonderful Babe ...
The birth day of the Christ child dawneth slow Out of the opal east in rosy flame, As if a luminous picture ...
O rain, Summer Rain! forever, Out of the crystal spheres,And cool from my brain the fever, And wash from my eyes the ...
Along the floors of heaven the music rolls,Fills the vast dome, and lifts our fainting souls:Praise God! Oh praise Him ...
O Leader fallen by the wayside prone,-- O strong great soul gone forth For thee the wide inhospitable north,And east and west, ...
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