One Day And Another: A Lyrical Eclogue – Part I (Madison Julius Cawein Poems)
LATE SPRING _The mottled moth at eventide Beats glimmering wings against the pane; The slow, sweet lily opens wide, White in the dusk like ...
LATE SPRING _The mottled moth at eventide Beats glimmering wings against the pane; The slow, sweet lily opens wide, White in the dusk like ...
EARLY SUMMER _The cricket in the rose-bush hedge Sings by the vine-entangled gate; The slim moon slants a timid edge Of pearl through one ...
I. And now once more we stood within the walls Of her old manor near the riverside; Dead leaves lay rotting in its ...
Not far from here, it lies beyond That low-hilled belt of woods. We'll take This unused lane where brambles make A wall of ...
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 ...
Hate, born of Wrath and mother red of Crime, In Hell was whelped ere the hot hands of time, Artificer of God, ...
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 ...
_Year 13--._ Barbican, bartizan, battlement, With the Abergavenny mountains blent, Look, from the Raglan tower of Gwent, My lord Hugh Clifford's ancient home Shows, clear ...
Here on this jutting headland, where the trees Spread a dusk carpet for the sun to cast And count his golden guineas ...
I had not found the road too short,As once I had in days of youth,In that old forest of long ...
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 ...
FIRST CHORUS. Ere the birth of Death and of Time, Ere the birth of Hell and its torments, Ere the orbs of ...
There are moments when, as missions, God reveals to us strange visions; When, within their separate stations, We may see the Centuries, Like revolving ...
The wind blew free that morn that we, High-hearted, sailed away; Bound for Favonian islands blest, Remote within the utmost West, Beyond the golden ...
Once more the June with her great moon Poured harvest o'er the golden fields; Once more her days in hot, bright shields She ...
In some quaint Nurnberg maler-atelierUprummaged. When and where was never clearNor yet how he obtained it. When, by whom'Twas painted—who ...
Yea, this is he, whose name is synonym Of all that's noble, though but lowly born; Who took command upon a stormy ...
With anxious eyes and dry, expectant lips,Within the sculptured stoa by the sea,All day she waited while, like ghostly ships,Long ...
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 ...
I. O Life! O Death! O God! Have I not striven? Have I not known thee, God, As thy stars know Heaven? Have I not ...
On southern winds shot through with amber light, Breeding soft balm, and clothed in cloudy white, The lily-fingered Spring came o'er the ...
Now 'tis the time when, tall, The long blue torches of the bellflower gleam Among the trees; and, by the wooded stream. In ...
From out the hills where twilight stands,Above the shadowy pasture lands,With strained and strident cry,Beneath pale skies that sunset bands,The ...
IWhen I go forth to greet the glad-faced Spring, Just at the time of opening apple-buds,When brooks are laughing, winds are ...
I. The slow reflection of a woman's face Grew, as by witchcraft, in the oval space Of that strange glass on which the ...
_In the first rare spring of song, In my heart's young hours, In my youth 't was thus I sang, Choosing 'mid the ...
Mildewed and gray the marble stairs Rise from their balustraded urns To where a chiseled satyr glares From a luxuriant bed of ferns; A ...
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