In Arcady (Madison Julius Cawein Poems)
I remember, when a child,How within the April wildOnce I walked with MysteryIn the groves of Arcady….Through the boughs, before, ...
I remember, when a child,How within the April wildOnce I walked with MysteryIn the groves of Arcady….Through the boughs, before, ...
IOver the bay as our boat went sailing Under the skies of Augustine,Far to the East lay the ocean paling Under the ...
On southern winds shot through with amber light, Breeding soft balm, and clothed in cloudy white, The lily-fingered Spring came o'er the ...
Dormered and verandaed, cool,Locust-girdled, on the hill;Stained with weather-wear, and dull-Streak'd with lichens; every sillThresholding the beautiful;I can see it ...
Mark thou! a shadow crowned with fire of hell.Man holds her in his heart as night doth holdThe moonlight memories ...
IWhen dusk falls cool as a rained-on rose,And a tawny tower the twilight shows,With the crescent moon, the silver moon, ...
Windy the sky and mad; Surly the gray March day; Bleak the forests and sad, Sad for the beautiful May. On maples tasseled with ...
IMother of visions, with lineaments dulcet as numbersBreathed on the eyelids of Love by music that slumbers,Secretly, sweetly, O presence ...
Thus have I pictured her:—In Arden oldA white-browed maiden with a falcon eye,Rose-flushed of face, with locks of wind-blown gold,Teaching ...
ON the Heights of Great Endeavour,- Where Attainment looms forever,- Toiling upward, ceasing never, Climb the fateful Centuries: Up the difficult, dark places, Joy and ...
How long had I sat there and had not beheldThe gleam of the glow-worm till something compelled!...The heaven was starless, ...
He lived beyond men, and so stoodAdmitted to the brotherhoodOf beauty:—dreams, with which he trodCompanioned like some sylvan god.And oft ...
The drowsy day, with half-closed eyes, Dreams in this quaint forgotten street, That, like some old-world wreckage, lies,-- Left by the sea's receding ...
The nuns sing, "_ora pro nobis_," The lancets glitter above; And the beautiful Virgin whose robe is Woven of infinite love, Infinite love and ...
No personal; a God divinely crowned With gold and raised upon a golden throne Deep in a golden glory, whence he nods Man ...
IBeautiful-bosomed, O Night, in thy noonMove with majesty onward! soaring, as lightlyAs a singer may soar the notes of an ...
I oft have met her slowly wanderingBeside a leafy stream, her locks blown wild,Her cheeks a hectic flush, more fair ...
A weed-grown slope, whereon the rain Has washed the brown rocks bare, Leads tangled from a lonely lane Down to a creek's broad ...
IThen up the orient heights to the zenith, that balanced the crescent,--Up and far up and over,--the heaven grew erubescent,Vibrant ...
IMorn's mystic rose is reddening on the hills,Dawn's irised nautilus makes glad the sea;There is a lyre of flame that ...
There is a woodland witch who liesWith bloom-bright limbs and beam-bright eyes,Among the water-flags, that rankThe slow brook's heron-haunted bank:The ...
Let us mix a cup of Joy That the wretched may employ, Whom the Fates have made their toy. Who have given brain ...
I. Now with the marriage of the lip and beaker Let Joy be born! and in the rosy shine, The slanting starlight of ...
I. Let me forget her face! So fresh, so lovely! the abiding place Of tears and smiles that won my heart to her; Of ...
THE season of the rose and peace is past:It could not last.There's heartbreak in the hills and stormy sighsOf sorrow ...
From "Beltenebros at Miraflores"O sunset, from the springs of starsDraw down thy cataracts of gold;And belt their streams with burning ...
When by the wall the tiger-flower swingsA head of sultry slumber and aroma;And by the path, whereon the blown rose ...
The joys that touched thee once, be mine!The sympathies of sky and sea,The friendships of each rock and pine,That made ...
I am a part of all you seeIn Nature; part of all you feel:I am the impact of the beeUpon ...
IShe was a queen. 'Midst mutes and slaves,A mameluke, he loved her.——WavesDashed not more hopelessly the pavesOf her high marble ...
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