Nanawawa’s Lakelet (Albery Allson Whitman Poems)
Where the dark ash upward towereth,And the maple drops her brown shade,And the rough oak spreads his broad arms,And the ...
Where the dark ash upward towereth,And the maple drops her brown shade,And the rough oak spreads his broad arms,And the ...
I. S. APOLLINARE IN CLASSE: RAVENNA A temple by the wayside, a shut gate Which no priest enters, going in ...
(MASSACHUSETTS SHORE, 1800) I mind it was but yesterday:The sun was dim, the air was chill;Below the town, below the ...
This is not June,--by Autumn's stratagemThou hast been ambushed in the chilly air; Upon thy fragile crest virginal fairThe rime ...
THE FIRST SNOW MOUNTAIN SEEN FROM A SUNNY HILL-SIDE, NEAR ROCCA PRIORI, IN THE AUTUMN OF 1846 Look, love, ...
It was a little grave yard on the rolling foot hill plains:That was bleached by the sun in summer, swept ...
I woke at midnight, and my heart,My beating heart, said this to me:Thou seest the moon, how calm and bright!The ...
FAREWELL to thee, O God, to thee, O sun,Ye twain that shine above my soul on high!My spirit from the ...
The swarthy bee is a buccaneer, A burly velveted rover, Who loves the booming wind in his ear As he ...
Before he wrote a poem, he learned the measureThat living in the future gives a farm—Propinquity of mules and cows, ...
DawnOn skies still and starlit White lustres take hold,And grey flushes scarlet, And red flashes gold.And sun-glories coverThe rose shed ...
IN these rapid, restless shadows, Once I walked at eventide,When a gentle, silent maiden, Walked in beauty at ...
SPRINGAcross the street, across the grass,Across my life I watch her pass.No pure star on a dusky heightHath eyes more ...
Oh, for a drink, to-night,Mixed by some god of might,A draught of strange device,Though of exorbitant price,To give this tortured ...
Red is the color of blood, and I will seek it: I have sought it in the grass. It is ...
List a tale a fairy sent usFresh from dear Mundi Juventus.When Love and all the world was young,And birds conversed ...
I.A Song Of Spring.Bird in thy mossy nestCosily hid,Bird in thy mossy nestYoung leaves amid;Nigh is thy tuneful mate,Singing with ...
I look along the dusty dreary way, So lately strew'd with blossoms fresh and gay,- The sweet procession ...
MY son, at last the fateful day has come For us to part. The hours have nearly run.May God ...
Oshagan's most sacred tomb, Land of genius, from where today, A magnificent history Of fifteen tempestuous centuries, Freely moves toward ...
I.FAINTER her slow step falls from day to day, Death's hand is heavy on her darkening brow; Yet doth she ...
The world is full of sunshine. The birds are full of song. The happy humble homes are full of hope. ...
It was a little grave—So little, you could almost think the sextonHad, in his weary labour, left a sod—A single ...
The East Wind is a Bedouin, And Nimbus is his steed; Out of the dusk with ...
SWEET daughter of a rough and stormy fire,Hoar Winter's blooming child; delightful Spring! Whose unshorn locks with leaves ...
IN the worn and dusty annalsOf our old and quiet town,With its streets of leafy beauty.And its houses quaint and ...
Come, I'll show you a country that none can surpass, For a flyer to cross like a bird on the ...
So still—so still! Only the endless sighing Of sad ?olian harp-notes overhead; Only the soft mass-music for the dying; ...
From the wide miles of autumn corn, Here to this sun-lit hill, The wind wails for a hope forlorn, And ...
I've heard the sea-dead three nights come keening And crying to my door. Why will they affright me with ...
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