One Day And Another: A Lyrical Eclogue – Part V (Madison Julius Cawein Poems)
WINTER _We, whom God sets a task, Striving, who ne'er attain, We are the curst!--who ask Death, and still ask in vain. We, whom God ...
WINTER _We, whom God sets a task, Striving, who ne'er attain, We are the curst!--who ask Death, and still ask in vain. We, whom God ...
_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 ...
Cast on sleep there came to me Three Urgandas; and the sea In lost lands of Briogne Sounded moaning, moaning: Cloudy clad in awful ...
In some quaint Nurnberg maler-atelierUprummaged. When and where was never clearNor yet how he obtained it. When, by whom'Twas painted—who ...
Hush! She is dead! Tread gently as the light Foots dim the weary room. Thou shalt behold. Look:--In death's ermine pomp of ...
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 ...
THE woods stretch wild to the mountain side, And the brush is deep where a man may hide, They have ...
"We have the receipt of fern seed: we walk invisible."—HENRY IVAnd we have met but twice or thrice!—Three times enough ...
I With a look and a laugh where the stream was flowing, September led me along the land; Where the golden-rod and lobelia, ...
He dreamed of hills so deep with woods Storm-barriers on the summer sky Are not more dark, where plunged loud floods Down rocks ...
This was her home; one mossy gable thrustAbove the cedars and the locust trees:This was her home, whose beauty now ...
Their only thought religion, What Christmas joys had they,The stern, staunch Pilgrim Fathers who Knew naught of holiday?--A log-church in the clearing 'Mid ...
I. Let me forget her face! So fresh, so lovely! the abiding place Of tears and smiles that won my heart to her; Of ...
On the black road through the wood As I rode,There the Headless Horseman stood;By the wild pool in the wood, As I ...
THEY pass, with heavy eyes and hair,Before the Christ upon the Cross,The Nations, stricken with their loss,And lifting faces of ...
"Teach me the wisdom of thy beauty, pray, That, being thus wise, I may aspire to see What beauty is, whence, why, ...
My soul and I went walking Beneath the moon of Spring; The lilies pale were talking, Were faintly murmuring. From dimly moonlit places They thrust ...
Thin, chisel-fine a cricket chippedThe crystal silence into sound;And where the branches dreamed and drippedA grasshopper its dagger strippedAnd on ...
Passion? not hers! who held me with pure eyes:One hand among the deep curls of her brow,I drank the girlhood ...
The west builds high a sepulcherOf cloudy granite and of gold,Where twilight's priestly hours interThe Day like some great king ...
WITH her fair face she made my heaven,Beneath whose stars and moon and sunI worshiped, praying, having striven,For wealth through ...
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