Accolon Of Gaul: Part III (Madison Julius Cawein Poems)
The eve now came; and shadows cowled the way Like somber palmers, who have kneeled to pray Beside a wayside shrine, and ...
The eve now came; and shadows cowled the way Like somber palmers, who have kneeled to pray Beside a wayside shrine, and ...
LATE SPRING _The mottled moth at eventide Beats glimmering wings against the pane; The slow, sweet lily opens wide, White in the dusk like ...
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 ...
From the terrace here, where the hills indent, You can see the uttermost battlement Of the castle there; the Cliffords' home; Where the ...
_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 ...
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 ...
An Ode to be read on the laying of the foundationstone of the new Oglethorpe University,January, 1915, at Atlanta,GeorgiaIAS when ...
FIRST CHORUS. Ere the birth of Death and of Time, Ere the birth of Hell and its torments, Ere the orbs of ...
IBeyond the Northern Lights, in regions hauntedOf twilight, where the world is glacier planted,And pale as Loki in his cavern ...
Below, the tawny Tagus sweptPast royal gardens, breathing balm;Upon his couch the monarch slept;The world was still; the night was ...
The Alps of the Tyrol are dark with pines,Where, foaming under the mountain spines,The Inn's long water sounds and shines.Beyond, ...
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. In mail of black my limbs I girt, Angelica! And when the bugles clanged the charge, The rolling battle's bristling marge Beheld me a ...
From an ode "In Commemoration of the Founding of theMassachusetts Bay Colony."The morn that breaks its heart of goldAbove the ...
Hear you r o music in the creaks Made by the sallow grasshopper, Who in the hot weeds sharply breaks The mellow dryness ...
INSPIRATION. All who have toiled for Art, who've won or lost, Sat equal priests at her high Pentecost; Only the chrism and sacrament ...
Found Solitary Among the Hills. I. O pansy-violet, With early April wet, How frail and pure you look Lost in this glow-worm nook Of heaven-holding hills: Down ...
I Clad on with glowing beauty and the peace, Benign, of calm maturity, she stands Among her meadows and her orchard-lands, And on her ...
Athwart a sky of brass rich ribs of gold; A bullion bulk the wide Ohio lies; Beneath the sunset, billowing manifold, The purple ...
_Written for the Reunion of the Confederate Veterans at Louisville, Ky., May and June, 1900._ I. Again, in dreams, the veteran hears The bugle ...
Written for my friend Walter S. Mathews. There was a princess once, who loved the slave Of an Assyrian king, her father; ...
IWhen dusk falls cool as a rained-on rose,And a tawny tower the twilight shows,With the crescent moon, the silver moon, ...
Over the hills, as the pewee flies, Under the blue of the Southern skies; Over the hills, where the red-bird wings Like a ...
I. Behold! we have gathered together our battleships near and afar; Their decks they are cleared for action, their guns they are ...
Where the violet shadows brood Under cottonwoods and beeches, Through whose leaves the restless reaches Of the river glance, I've stood, While the red-bird ...
In dim samite was she bedight, And on her hair a hoop of gold,Like fox-fire in the tawn moonlight, Was glimmering cold.With ...
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