The Feast Of The Virgins – The Game Of Ball (Hanford Lennox Gordon Poems)
Clear was the sky as a silver shield;The bright sun blazed on the frozen field.On ice-bound river and white-robed prairieThe ...
Clear was the sky as a silver shield;The bright sun blazed on the frozen field.On ice-bound river and white-robed prairieThe ...
When life's first dawn breaks on the raptured view,And smiles each various scene so bright and new,The Passions, thronging round ...
Leagues north, as fly the gull and auk,Point Judith watches with eye of hawk;Leagues south, thy beacon flames, Montauk!Lonely and ...
LATE: a cold smear of sunlight bathes the room;The gilt lime of winter, a sun grown melancholy old,Streams in the ...
NAUHAUGHT, the Indian deacon, who of oldDwelt, poor but blameless, where his narrowing CapeStretches its shrunk arm out to all ...
Aye Charles! I knew that this would fix thine eye,This woodbine wreathing round the broken porch,Its leaves just withering, yet ...
IT may be, yes, it must be, Time that bringsAn end to mortal things,That sends the beggar Winter in the ...
We sat beneath tall waving trees that flung Their heavy shadows o'er the dewy grass. Over the waters, breaking at our feet, Quivered ...
Down by the Sutlej shore,Where sound the trumpet and the wild tum-tum,At winter's eve did comeA gaunt old northern lion, ...
The Brownie sits in the Scotchman's room,And eats his meat and drinks his ale,And beats the maid with her unused ...
OUR many years are made of clay and cloud, And quick desire is but as morning dew;And love and life, that ...
The river of dreams runs quietly down From its hidden home in the forest of sleep, With a measureless motion calm and ...
My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk,Or emptied some dull opiate ...
So much forgotten alreadySo much forgottenSo much to forgetOnce the idea of purityborn, all was lostirrevocablyThe Black Musicianin a house ...
Tartarus, out-belching from his mouth the surgeOf horrible heat- the which are nowhere, norIndeed can be: but in this life ...
IKing of the perennial holly-groves, the riven sandstone: overlord of the M5: architect of the historic rampart and ditch, the ...
WHILE Tweed's fam'd stream in numbers rolls along,And Tay's meanders sweetly glide in song;Thy windings Esk, in silence should not ...
Forgive me, dressing gown! My friend in idle bliss,Comrade of leisure, a witness to my secret thoughts!With you I knew ...
Yea peoples of the earth, put not your trustIn princes, nor in any child of manSet over you in lordship, ...
Who painted thy wings for a vision, a pageant of summer,Butterfly gay?Who made thee, thou hovering silence for ever at ...
Let music vast, triumphal, fill the world's great nave,Voicing the peerless theme of noble youthWho rose to Life's sublimest greatness ...
ANOTHER and another! 'Tis the stillAnd solemn hour of midnight. Not a soundOf mortal life disturbs the awful calmThat rests ...
FIRST CHORUS. Ere the birth of Death and of Time, Ere the birth of Hell and its torments, Ere the orbs of ...
Midst greens and shades the Catterskill leaps,From cliffs where the wood-flower clings;All summer he moistens his verdant steepsWith the sweet ...
THE gentle spirit of the twilight nowHas shut his rosy wings, and I have comeOut in the sad, sweet starlight, ...
Poverty, brothers, is a mouthful that's hard to swallow,A bite that sticks in your throat and leaves you in sorrow,When ...
Poverty, brothers, is a mouthful that's hard to swallow,A bite that sticks in your throat and leaves you in sorrow,When ...
A mellower light doth Sol afford,His meridian glare has pass'dAnd the trees on the broad and sloping swardTheir length'ning shadows ...
Tartarus, out-belching from his mouth the surgeOf horrible heat- the which are nowhere, norIndeed can be: but in this life ...
The Leaders of millions, the lords of the lands, Who sway the wide world with their willAnd shake the great globe ...
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