Failure (Madison Julius Cawein Poems)
There are some souls Whose lot it is to set their hearts on goals That adverse Fate controls. While others win With little labor ...
There are some souls Whose lot it is to set their hearts on goals That adverse Fate controls. While others win With little labor ...
The white moth-mullein brushed its slimCool, faery flowers against his knee;In places where the way lay dimThe branches, arching suddenly,Made ...
LISTEN, dearest! you must love me more,More than you did before! -Hark, what a beating here of wings!Never at rest,Dear, ...
IThere is no rhyme that is half so sweetAs the song of the wind in the rippling wheat;There is no ...
"Teach me the wisdom of thy beauty, pray, That, being thus wise, I may aspire to see What beauty is, whence, why, ...
I.When in the wind the vane turns round, And round, and round;And in his kennel whines the hound;When all the gable ...
The Woolworth BuildingENORMOUSLY it liftsIts tower against the splendor of the west;Like some wild dream that driftsBefore the mind, and ...
Heaped in raven loops and masses Over temples smooth and fair, Have you marked it, as she passes, Gleam and shadow mingled there,-- Braided ...
IWhen you and I in the hills went Maying,You and I in the bright May weather,The birds, that sang on ...
SHUT it out of the heart - this grief,O Love, with the years grown old and hoary!And let in joy ...
(Song) Love hath no place in her, Though in her bosom be Love-thoughts and dreams that stir Longings that know not me: Love hath no ...
There is nothing that eases my heart so much As the wind that blows from the purple hills; 'Tis a hand of ...
Onward he gallops through enchanted gloom. The spectres of the forest, dark and dim, And shadows of vast death environ him-- Onward he ...
Teach me the secret of thy loveliness,That, being made wise, I may aspire to beAs beautiful in thought, and so ...
I would not see, yet must behold The truth they preach in church and hall; And question so,--Is death then all, And life ...
Deep with divine tautology,The sunset's mighty mysteryAgain has traced the scroll-like westWith hieroglyphs of burning gold:Forever new, forever old,Its miracle ...
Upon the mossed rock by the springShe sits, forgetful of her pail,Lost in remote rememberingOf that which may no more ...
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