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 ...
I. Sleep while I sing to thee, Dulcinea,-- How like a shower of moonlight-crusted beams Of textile form compact, whose veins run stars,-- Discovered ...
I met him here at Ammendorf one Spring. It was the end of April and the Harz, Veined to their ruin-crested summits, ...
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 ...
_In Commemoration of the Founding of the Massachusetts Bay Colony in the Year 1623._ I. They who maintained their rights, Through storm and stress, And ...
I. ANNISQUAM Old days, old ways, old homes beside the sea; Old gardens with old-fashioned flowers aflame, Poppy, petunia, and many a name Of many ...
I HEARD a Spirit singing as, beyond the morning winging,Its radiant form went swinging like a star:In its song prophetic ...
During the siege of Bryan's Station, Kentucky, August 16, 1782, NicholasTomlinson and Thomas Bell, two inhabitants of the Fort, undertook ...
FIRST CHORUS. Ere the birth of Death and of Time, Ere the birth of Hell and its torments, Ere the orbs of ...
The Alps of the Tyrol are dark with pines,Where, foaming under the mountain spines,The Inn's long water sounds and shines.Beyond, ...
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 saw her twins of eyelids listless swoon Mesmeric eyes, Like the mild lapsing of a lulling tune On wide surprise, While slow the ...
I. On a sheet of silver the morning-star lay Fresh, white as a baby child, And laughed and leaped in his lissome way, On ...
The hoar-frost hisses 'neath the feet, And the worm-fence's straggling length, Smote by the morning's slanted strength, Sparkles one rib of virgin sleet. To ...
I. In girandoles of gladioles The day had kindled flame; And Heaven a door of gold and pearl Unclosed when Morning,--like a girl, A red ...
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 ...
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 ...
I. Whiten, O whiten, ye clouds of fleece! Whiten like lilies floating above, Blown wild about like a flock of white geese! But never, ...
IThe Voice of a ManWHAT of the Night, O Watcher? The Voice of a Woman Yea, what of it? The WatcherA star has ...
With rod and line I took my way That led me through the gossip trees, Where all the forest was asway With hurry ...
She rode o'er hill, she rode o'er plain, She rode by fields of barley, By morning-glories filled with rain, And beechen branches gnarly. She ...
"'He cometh not,' she said."—MARIANAIt will not be to-day and yetI think and dream it will; and letThe slow uncertainty ...
IThe tripod flared with a purple spark,And the mist hung emerald in the dark:Now he stooped to the lilac flameOver ...
The teasel and the horsemint spreadThe hillside as with sunset, sownWith blossoms, o'er the Standing-StoneThat ripples in its rocky bed:There ...
God knows I strive against low lust and vice, Wound in the net of their voluptuous hair; God knows that all their ...
INo more for him, where hills look down,Shall Morning crownHer rainy brow with blossom bands!—The Morning Hours, whose rosy handsDrop ...
IUnder rocks whereon the roseLike a streak of morning glows;Where the azure-throated newtDrowses on the twisted root;And the brown bees, ...
With eyes hand-arched he looks intoThe morning's face; then turns awayWith truant feet, all wet with dew,Out for a holiday.The ...
© 2020 Inspirational Stories