Accolon Of Gaul: Part I (Madison Julius Cawein Poems)
"Thou askest with thy studious eyes again, Here where the restless forest hears the main Toss in a troubled sleep and moan. ...
"Thou askest with thy studious eyes again, Here where the restless forest hears the main Toss in a troubled sleep and moan. ...
_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. SPRING ON THE HILLSAh, shall I follow, on the hills,The Spring, as wild wings follow?Where wild-plum trees make wan ...
From an ode "In Commemoration of the Founding of theMassachusetts Bay Colony."The morn that breaks its heart of goldAbove the ...
INSPIRATION. All who have toiled for Art, who've won or lost, Sat equal priests at her high Pentecost; Only the chrism and sacrament ...
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 remember, when a child,How within the April wildOnce I walked with MysteryIn the groves of Arcady….Through the boughs, before, ...
A weed-grown slope, whereon the rain Has washed the brown rocks bare, Leads tangled from a lonely lane Down to a creek's broad ...
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. I dreamed last night once more I stood Knee-deep in purple clover leas; Your old home glimmered thro' its wood Of dark and ...
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, ...
IThe shivering wind sits in the oaks, whose limbs,Twisted and tortured, nevermore are still;Grief and decay sit with it; they, ...
A log-hut in the solitude, A clapboard roof to rest beneath!This side, the shadow-haunted wood; That side, the sunlight-haunted heath.At daybreak Morn ...
IA mile of moonlight and the whispering wood:A mile of shadow and the odorous lane:One large, white star above the ...
Deep in the dell I watched her as she rose, A face of icy fire, o'er the hills; With snow-sad eyes to ...
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