Hagar (Leigh Gordon Giltner Poems)
To have known Heaven and then to walk in Hell!Is it not hell to know his face no more,Supplanted, spurned ...
To have known Heaven and then to walk in Hell!Is it not hell to know his face no more,Supplanted, spurned ...
(To Charles J. O'Malley.)As when above orchestral undertone, The plaining wail of muted violin, The hushed ob(Leigh Gordon Giltner)
As some poor starveling at a palace gate Sees curtained gleams from banquet-litten halls,Hears song out-ringing from the festal walls, Scents viands ...
Since we must sleep the endless Sleep at last,Since Life's grim juggernaut 'neath ruthless wheelsCrushes the heart; since Age like ...
The old house totters 'neath its weight of years,Bowed, like the form of him who shelters there,Old, friendless, lone--save for ...
Great hearted brother to the wilderness, Comrade of Wind and Sea! InterpreterOf nomad Nature! Ere the quick'ning stir Of Spring-sap thrills the ...
The dim sun slips adown the skyThat dies from gold to gray;The homing birds that Southward flyTo my heart's hailing ...
Beneath thy Midas touch life's sullen graysAre thrilled to sudden gold; as some far gleamFrom wings of Helios athwart thy ...
If in the spirit glows no spark divine;If soulless dust return to dust again;If, after life, but death and dark ...
Ever athwart Life's sunlit, upland waysFalleth the shadow of impending Death,And still Life's flowers beneath his blighting breathTo ashes wither, ...
Like to a little child, whose straying feet,Tracking the fox-fire's guiling glint and gleam,Have wandered far afield by marsh and ...
Mute was the mighty organ. None might breakThe silence that had thralled it since was stilledThe master-hand beneath whose touch ...
Last night they laid me in my winding sheet, Set burning tapers at my feet and head,Decked me with wan white ...
Morn! and a white sail wingingOver the sunlit waves;A song on the breezes ringingUp from the coral cavesWhere sea-nymphs, white ...
Cold craft and avarice look from out his eyes,His face with evil passion marred and seamed,Looks frowningly upon a Christian ...
"Where leaves the Rose of Yesterday?"--Rub(Leigh Gordon Giltner)
The poet wrought a song of sadness, fraught With all the pain the world's sad heart hath proved;He sang of doubt, ...
Maiden of varying mood,Thalia thou hast wooed, Thespis thereafter,Till 'neath thy lyric swayEach heart must tribute pay-- Tears blent with laughter.So in ...
The phalanxes of corn stand grim and serried, Dull gold the sodden sheaves,The violets that smiled with Spring are buried Under the ...
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Imperial as that famed Elizabeth Before whose feet a knight his cloak cast down--A sovereign--altho' thine only crown Love's roses 'twine for ...
If words were wing(Leigh Gordon Giltner)
Wreath of laurel and crown of bay And the noisy trump of Fame,Praise for the singer's deathless lay, And a listening world's ...
One fluting on sad wolds Pan's flight left drear, One crying down the wayward wind of Chance,One piping unto feet that ...
As if a bed of bloom had taken wing-- Bright marigolds, nasturtiums, zinnias gay--They breast the breeze or, lightly poising, cling To ...
Not severed by long leagues of lonely land, Nor sundered by wide wastes of sounding sea;But ever side by side and ...
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