Orlando Mad (Madison Julius Cawein Poems)
I. In mail of black my limbs I girt, Angelica! And when the bugles clanged the charge, The rolling battle's bristling marge Beheld me a ...
I. In mail of black my limbs I girt, Angelica! And when the bugles clanged the charge, The rolling battle's bristling marge Beheld me a ...
From an ode "In Commemoration of the Founding of theMassachusetts Bay Colony."The morn that breaks its heart of goldAbove the ...
Pale as a star that shines through rain Her face was seen at the window-pane, Her sad, frail face that watched in ...
I saw her twins of eyelids listless swoon Mesmeric eyes, Like the mild lapsing of a lulling tune On wide surprise, While slow the ...
Found Solitary Among the Hills. I. O pansy-violet, With early April wet, How frail and pure you look Lost in this glow-worm nook Of heaven-holding hills: Down ...
I PESSIMIST There is never a thing we dream or do But was dreamed and done in the ages gone; Everything's old; there is ...
I Clad on with glowing beauty and the peace, Benign, of calm maturity, she stands Among her meadows and her orchard-lands, And on her ...
I. The lake she haunts lies dreamily 'Neath sleepy boughs of melody, And far away an olden sea, An olden sea booms mellow; And the ...
Thee have I seen in some waste Arden old, A white-browed maiden by a foaming stream, With eyes profound and looks like ...
IIt is not early spring and yetOf bloodroot blooms along the stream,And blotted banks of violet,My heart will dream.Is it ...
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 ...
I. When I fare forth to kiss the eyes of Spring, On ways, which arch gold sunbeams and pearl buds Embraced, two whispers ...
I. What deity for dozing laziness Devised the lounging coziness of this Enchanted nook?--and how!--did I distress His musing ease that fled but now, ...
Ah, haughty hills, sardonic solitudes, What wizard touch hath, crowning you with gold, Cast Tyrian purple o'er broad-shouldered woods, And to your pride ...
_Written for the Reunion of the Confederate Veterans at Louisville, Ky., May and June, 1900._ I. Again, in dreams, the veteran hears The bugle ...
From the hills and far away All the long, warm summer day Comes the wind and seems to say: "Come, oh, come! and ...
Mark thou! a shadow crowned with fire of hell.Man holds her in his heart as night doth holdThe moonlight memories ...
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 ...
Now 'tis the time when, tall, The long blue torches of the bellflower gleam Among the trees; and, by the wooded stream. In ...
I. Upon the Siren-haunted seas, between Fate's mythic shores, Within a world of moon and mist, where dusk and daylight wed, I see ...
I. Brows wan thro' blue-black tresses Wet with sharp rain and kisses; Locks loose the sea-wind scatters, Like torn wings fierce for flight; Cold brows, ...
From out the hills where twilight stands,Above the shadowy pasture lands,With strained and strident cry,Beneath pale skies that sunset bands,The ...
IMother of visions, with lineaments dulcet as numbersBreathed on the eyelids of Love by music that slumbers,Secretly, sweetly, O presence ...
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 ...
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 ...
He stands above all worldly schism, And, gazing over life's abysm, Beholds within the starry range Of heaven laws of death and change, That, ...
She sleeps; he sings to her. The day was long,And, tired out with too much happiness,She fain would have him ...
THE moon, a circle of gold,O'er the crowded housetops rolled,And peeped in an attic, where,'Mid sordid things and bare,A sick ...
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