Accolon Of Gaul: Part III (Madison Julius Cawein Poems)
The eve now came; and shadows cowled the way Like somber palmers, who have kneeled to pray Beside a wayside shrine, and ...
The eve now came; and shadows cowled the way Like somber palmers, who have kneeled to pray Beside a wayside shrine, and ...
LATE AUTUMN _They who die young are blest.-- Should we not envy such? They are Earth's happiest, God-loved and favored much!-- They who die young ...
From the terrace here, where the hills indent, You can see the uttermost battlement Of the castle there; the Cliffords' home; Where the ...
IThe hills are full of propheciesAnd ancient voices of the dead;Of hidden shapes that no man sees,Pale, visionary presences,That speak ...
_Year 13--._ Barbican, bartizan, battlement, With the Abergavenny mountains blent, Look, from the Raglan tower of Gwent, My lord Hugh Clifford's ancient home Shows, clear ...
It all comes back as the end draws near; All comes back like a tale of old! Shall I tell you all? ...
1. This is the tale they tell, Of an Hallowe'en; This is the thing that befell Me and the village Belle, Beautiful Aimee Dean. 2. Did I ...
"I rode to death, for I fought for shame--The Lady Maurine of noble name,"The fair and faithless!--Though life be longIs ...
There is the ruined water-mill With its rotten wheel, that stands as still As its image that sleeps in the glassy pool Where ...
Pale as a star that shines through rain Her face was seen at the window-pane, Her sad, frail face that watched in ...
On southern winds shot through with amber light, Breeding soft balm, and clothed in cloudy white, The lily-fingered Spring came o'er the ...
I oft have net thee, Autumn, wandering Beside a misty stream, thy locks flung wild; Thy cheeks a hectic flush more fair ...
I. First of the insect choir, in the spring We hear his faint voice fluttering in the grass, Beneath some blossom's rosy covering Or ...
I"I BELT the morn with ribboned mist; With baldricked blue I gird the noon,And dusk with purple, crimson-kissed, White-buckled with the hunter's-moon."These ...
Where the violet shadows brood Under cottonwoods and beeches, Through whose leaves the restless reaches Of the river glance, I've stood, While the red-bird ...
How long had I sat there and had not beheldThe gleam of the glow-worm till something compelled!...The heaven was starless, ...
A RIVER binds the lonely land,A river like a silver band,To crags and shores of yellow sand.It is a place ...
IShe walks with the wind on the windy heightWhen the rocks are loud and the waves are white,And all night ...
ISmall twilight singerOf dew and mist: thou ghost-gray, gossamer wingerOf dusk's dim glimmer,How chill thy note sounds; how thy wings ...
"'He cometh not,' she said."—MARIANAIt will not be to-day and yetI think and dream it will; and letThe slow uncertainty ...
IWhat words of mine can tell the spellOf garden ways I know so well?—The path that takes me in the ...
White from her chrysalis of cloud, The moth-like moon swings upward through the night; And all the bee-like stars that crowd The hollow ...
I.He sang a song as he sowed the field, Sowed the field at break of day:"When the pursed-up leaves are as ...
They lean their faces to me through Green windows of the woods;Their white throats sweet with honey-dew Beneath low leafy hoods--No dream ...
I Sunflowers wither and lilies die, Poppies are pods of seeds; The first red leaves on the pathway lie, Like blood of a heart ...
Clouds of the autumn night, Under the hunter's moon,--Ghostly and windy white,-- Whither, like leaves wild strewn,Take ye your stormy flight?Out of ...
I. When all the world was white with flowers, And Summer, in her sun-built towers, Stood smiling 'mid her handmaid Hours, Who robed her ...
Though Summer walks the world to-day With corn-crowned hours for her guard,Her thoughts have clad themselves in gray, And wait in Autumn's ...
THE gentian and the bluebell soCan change my calendar,I know not how the year may go,Or what the seasons are:The ...
Ah me! too soon the autumn comesAmong these purple-plaintive hills!Too soon among the forest gumsPremonitory flame she spills,Bleak, melancholy flame ...
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