One Day And Another: A Lyrical Eclogue – Part III (Madison Julius Cawein Poems)
LATE SUMMER _Heat lightning flickers in one cloud, As in a flow'r a firefly; Some rain-drops, that the rose-bush bowed, Jar through the leaves ...
LATE SUMMER _Heat lightning flickers in one cloud, As in a flow'r a firefly; Some rain-drops, that the rose-bush bowed, Jar through the leaves ...
I. And now once more we stood within the walls Of her old manor near the riverside; Dead leaves lay rotting in its ...
From the terrace here, where the hills indent, You can see the uttermost battlement Of the castle there; the Cliffords' home; Where the ...
_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 ...
I had not found the road too short,As once I had in days of youth,In that old forest of long ...
See! the milk-white doe is wounded. He will follow as it bounds Through the woods. His horn has sounded. Echoing, for his men ...
Once more the June with her great moon Poured harvest o'er the golden fields; Once more her days in hot, bright shields She ...
Below, the tawny Tagus sweptPast royal gardens, breathing balm;Upon his couch the monarch slept;The world was still; the night was ...
"I rode to death, for I fought for shame--The Lady Maurine of noble name,"The fair and faithless!--Though life be longIs ...
On the tremulous coppice, From her plenteous hair, Large golden-rayed poppies Of moon-litten air The Night hath flung there. In the fern-favored hollow The fire-flies fleet Uncertainly ...
I. O tear-eyed goddess of the marble brow, Who showerest snows of tresses on the night Of anguished temples! lonely watcher, thou Who bendest ...
I Now is it as if Spring had never been, And Winter but a memory and dream, Here where the Summer stands, her ...
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 ...
For the mountains' hoarse greetings came hollow From stormy wind-chasms and caves, And I heard their wild cataracts wallow Huge bulks in long ...
I. I see them still, when poring o'er Old volumes of romantic lore, Ride forth to hawk in days of yore, By woods and ...
I CAME upon a pool that shone,Clear, emerald-like, among the hills,That seemed old wizards round a stoneOf magic that a ...
IMy soul goes out to her who says,"Come, follow me and cast off care!"Then tosses back her sun-bright hair,And like ...
I With a look and a laugh where the stream was flowing, September led me along the land; Where the golden-rod and lobelia, ...
When the hoot of the owl comes over the hill,At twelve o'clock when the night is still,And pale on the ...
Let us mix a cup of Joy That the wretched may employ, Whom the Fates have made their toy. Who have given brain ...
COME, let's climb into our attic,In our house that's old and gray!Life, you're old and I'm rheumatic,And - it's close ...
I. When April comes, and pelts with buds And apple-blooms each orchard space, And takes the dog-wood-whitened woods With rain and sunshine of her ...
When by the wall the tiger-flower swingsA head of sultry slumber and aroma;And by the path, whereon the blown rose ...
I am a part of all you seeIn Nature; part of all you feel:I am the impact of the beeUpon ...
Old homes among the hills! I love their gardens;Their old rock fences, that our day inherits;Their doors, round which the ...
Some things are good on _Autumn_ nights, When with the storm the forest fights, And in the room the heaped hearth lights Old-fashioned ...
IFirst I asked the honeybee,Busy in the balmy bowers;Saying, "Sweetheart, tell it me:Have you seen her, honeybee?She is cousin to ...
Were I an artist, Lydia, I Would paint you as you merit,Not as my eyes, but dreams, descry; Not in the flesh, ...
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 ...
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