Amadis And Oriana (Madison Julius Cawein Poems)
From "Beltenebros at Miraflores"O sunset, from the springs of starsDraw down thy cataracts of gold;And belt their streams with burning ...
From "Beltenebros at Miraflores"O sunset, from the springs of starsDraw down thy cataracts of gold;And belt their streams with burning ...
The Winter Wind, the wind of death,Who knocked upon my door,Now through the keyhole entereth,Invisible and hoar:He breathes around his ...
The white moth-mullein brushed its slimCool, faery flowers against his knee;In places where the way lay dimThe branches, arching suddenly,Made ...
Between the death of day and birth of night,By War's red light,I met with one in trailing sorrows clad,Whose features ...
The waterfall, deep in the wood,Talked drowsily with solitude,A soft, insistent sound of foam,That filled with sleep the forest's dome,Where, ...
IGlobed in Heav'n's tree of azure, golden mellow As some round apple hungHigh in hesperian boughs, thou hangest yellow The branch-like mists ...
I. The cactus and the aloe bloom Beneath the window of your room; Your window where, at evenfall, Beneath the twilight's first pale star, You ...
The joys that touched thee once, be mine!The sympathies of sky and sea,The friendships of each rock and pine,That made ...
Three miles of trees it is: and ICame through the woods that waited, dumb,For the cool summer dusk to come;And ...
When down the Hartz the echoes swarm He rides beneath the sounding storm With mad "halloo!" and wild alarm Of hound and horn--a ...
Oh, dim and wan came in the dawn, And gloomy closed the day; The killdee whistled among the weeds, The heron flapped in ...
IThe shivering wind sits in the oaks, whose limbs,Twisted and tortured, nevermore are still;Grief and decay sit with it; they, ...
Thou, oh, thou!Thou of the chorded shell and golden plectrum! thouOf the dark eyes and pale pacific brow!Music, who by ...
I. When from the tower, like some sweet flower, The bell drops petals of the hour, That says the world is homing, My heart ...
With her soft face half turned to me, Like an arrested moonbeam, she Stood in the cirque of that deep tree. I took ...
Some things are good on _Autumn_ nights, When with the storm the forest fights, And in the room the heaped hearth lights Old-fashioned ...
The "happy year" of 1914AN hour from dawn:The snow sweeps onAs it swept with sleet last night:The Earth aroundBreathes never ...
An agate-black, your roguish eyesClaim no proud lineage of the skies,No starry blue; but of good earthThe reckless witchery and ...
WHEN pearl and gold, o'er deeps of musk,The moon curves, silvering the dusk,-As in a garden, dreaming,A lily slips its ...
ABOVE the world a glareOf sunset - guns and spears;An army, no one hears,Of mist and air:Long lines of bronze ...
Down through the woods, along the wayThat fords the stream; by rock and tree,Where in the bramble-bell the beeSwings; and ...
I.There in the calamus he standsWith frog-webbed feet and bat-winged hands;His glow-worm garb glints goblin-wise; And elfishly, and elfishly,Above the gleam ...
My thoughts have borne me far away To Beauties of an older day, Where, crowned with roses, stands the DAWN, Striking her seven-stringed ...
By the burnished laurel line Glimmering flows the singing stream; Oily eddies crease and shine O'er white pebbles, white as cream. Richest roses bud ...
The _Summer_ lightning comes and goes In one pale cloud above the hill, As if within its soft repose A burning heart were ...
UPON the iron crags of War I heard his terrible daughtersIn battle speak while at their feet,In gulfs of human ...
I.When in the wind the vane turns round, And round, and round;And in his kennel whines the hound;When all the gable ...
Wide-walled it stands in heathen landsBeside a mystic sea,With streets strange-trod of many a god,And templed blasphemy.Far in the night, ...
Had fallen a fragrant shower; The leaves were dripping yet; Each fern and rain-weighed flower Around were gleaming wet; On ev'ry bosky bower A million ...
The day, all fierce with carmine, turns An Indian face towards Earth and dies; The west, like some gaunt vase, inurns Its ashes ...
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