Oglethorpe (Madison Julius Cawein Poems)
An Ode to be read on the laying of the foundationstone of the new Oglethorpe University,January, 1915, at Atlanta,GeorgiaIAS when ...
An Ode to be read on the laying of the foundationstone of the new Oglethorpe University,January, 1915, at Atlanta,GeorgiaIAS when ...
PULL off thy shoes, and make thy garments white,And sanctify thyself, ere thou dost dareApproach the throne of the dread ...
Where Thames with pride beholds Augusta's charms,And either India pours into her arms;Where Liberty bids honest arts abound,And pleasures dance ...
But will you now to peace incline, And languish in the main design, And leave us in the lurch? I would not monarchy ...
A CHRISTMAS LAY.I. Ah! the happy Christmas times! Times we all remember;-- Times that flung a ruddy glow O'er the gray December;-- Will they never ...
NOT in a grove where each tree loses its presence, not singly, do Lehua trees grow; they are Lehua trees ...
NAUHAUGHT, the Indian deacon, who of oldDwelt, poor but blameless, where his narrowing CapeStretches its shrunk arm out to all ...
Two days and nightsI watch'd the winding of the changeful lightsAbout the ivory shadows of his face,Which, like a rock, ...
On Exodus iii. 14. "I am that I am."Man! foolish man!Scarce know'st thou how thyself began,Scarce hadst thou thought enough ...
I THOUGHT that silence would be best, But I a call have heard,And, Victor, after all the rest, I well might say ...
IOnce I had 1000 roses.Literally 1000 roses.I was working for a floristback in the shambling 'Thirtieswhen iced skids of 250 ...
We sat beneath tall waving trees that flung Their heavy shadows o'er the dewy grass. Over the waters, breaking at our feet, Quivered ...
Aye Charles! I knew that this would fix thine eye,This woodbine wreathing round the broken porch,Its leaves just withering, yet ...
Macquarie the shearer had met with an accident. To tell the truth, he had been in a drunken row at ...
Shall for the Man of Ross thy Lyre be strung,And sleeps illustrious Thanet yet unsung?Since to distinguish Merit is thy ...
So much forgotten alreadySo much forgottenSo much to forgetOnce the idea of purityborn, all was lostirrevocablyThe Black Musicianin a house ...
Down by the Sutlej shore,Where sound the trumpet and the wild tum-tum,At winter's eve did comeA gaunt old northern lion, ...
I. 1.Once more I join the Thespian choir,And taste the inspiring fount again:O parent of the Grecian lyre,Admit me to ...
Young man-Young man-Your arm's too short to box with God.But Jesus spake in a parable, and he said:A certain man ...
OUR many years are made of clay and cloud, And quick desire is but as morning dew;And love and life, that ...
With noiseless footstep, like the white-robed snow, The old year with closed record steals away;Record of gladness, suffering, joy, and woe, Of ...
IKing of the perennial holly-groves, the riven sandstone: overlord of the M5: architect of the historic rampart and ditch, the ...
Hear the singing on the boats,As they halt beside the pier!Ah, those fresh Italian throats, How they cheer!Yet the words they ...
MELIBOEUSYou, Tityrus, 'neath a broad beech-canopyReclining, on the slender oat rehearseYour silvan ditties: I from my sweet fields,And home's familiar ...
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 ...
JANE.Harry! I'm tired of playing. We'll draw roundThe fire, and Grandmamma perhaps will tell usOne of her stories.HARRY.Aye--dear Grandmamma!A pretty ...
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 ...
I. Cecilia, whose exalted hymns With joy and wonder fill the blest, In choirs of warbling seraphims Known and distinguish'd fom the rest; Attend, harmonious ...
Yea peoples of the earth, put not your trustIn princes, nor in any child of manSet over you in lordship, ...
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