The Punishment Of Loke (Madison Julius Cawein Poems)
The gods of Asaheim, incensed with Loke, A whirlwind yoked with thunder-footed steeds, And, carried thus, boomed o'er the booming seas, Far as ...
The gods of Asaheim, incensed with Loke, A whirlwind yoked with thunder-footed steeds, And, carried thus, boomed o'er the booming seas, Far as ...
I. And now once more we stood within the walls Of her old manor near the riverside; Dead leaves lay rotting in its ...
Not far from here, it lies beyond That low-hilled belt of woods. We'll take This unused lane where brambles make A wall of ...
Hate, born of Wrath and mother red of Crime, In Hell was whelped ere the hot hands of time, Artificer of God, ...
I. The slow reflection of a woman's face Grew, as by witchcraft, in the oval space Of that strange glass on which the ...
I. Behold! we have gathered together our battleships near and afar; Their decks they are cleared for action, their guns they are ...
A mile of lane,--hedged high with iron-weeds And dying daisies,--white with sun, that leads Downward into a wood; through which a stream Steals ...
She passed the thorn-trees, whose gaunt branches tossedTheir spider-shadows round her; and the breeze,Beneath the ashen moon, was full of ...
When the hoot of the owl comes over the hill,At twelve o'clock when the night is still,And pale on the ...
And these are Christians!--God! the horror of it-- How long, O Lord! how long, O Lord! how long Wilt Thou endure this ...
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