The Legend Of The Stone (Madison Julius Cawein Poems)
The year was dying, and the day Was almost dead; The West, beneath a sombre gray, Was sombre red. The gravestones in the ghostly ...
The year was dying, and the day Was almost dead; The West, beneath a sombre gray, Was sombre red. The gravestones in the ghostly ...
What sorrows in my soul, O God! arise,The vast perverseness of mankind to see?Shou'd any strive to lead them to ...
'Am I, at bottom, that fervent little Spanish Catholic child who chastised herself for loving toys, who forbade herself the ...
Let the sun summon all his beams to hold Bright pageant in his court, the cloud-paved skyEarth trim her fields and ...
O many-toned rain!O myriad sweet voices of the rain!How welcome is its delicate overtureAt evening, when the moist and glowing ...
With Charles the Fifth art thou acquainted, reader?Of Ferdinand and Isabel the grandson,In ages past of Europe's realms file leader,Among ...
Brave beauteous pair! if e'er indeedYour names were clothed in mortal weed;If ye are more than lovely gleams,Whose dwelling is ...
Why should the American negro be proud?This question was asked in tones clear and loud,The Negro who once was in ...
Against the sunset's glowing wallThe city towers rise black and tall,Where Zorah, on its rocky height,Stands like an armed man ...
To-night a strong south wind in thunder singsAcross the city. Now by salt wet flats,And ridges perished with the breath ...
THE wind went cold as the day went old, And I went very sad, Till I saw something by the road That brought ...
"BRING out your dead!" The midnight streetHeard and gave back the hoarse, low call;Harsh fell the tread of hasty feet,Glanced ...
A stone stands in a rustic townWhich once the neighbouring hill did crown;Nigh to the house of God it layBefore ...
"Now, good-wife, bring your precious hoard,"The Norland farmer cried,"And heap the hearth, and heap the board,For the blessed Christmas-tide."And bid ...
SCARCE had the solemn Sabbath-bellCeased quivering in the steeple,Scarce had the parson to his deskWalked stately through his people,When down ...
Why idly, shepherd, through the live-long day,In thriftless song thy youthful leisure waste?The busy world now beckons thee away;Oh! quit ...
Two clouds before the summer gale In equal race fleet o'er the sky:Two flowers, when wintry blasts assail, Together pins, together die.But ...
INTO that good old Hebrew's soul sublimeThe spirit of the wilderness had passed;For where the thunders of imperial StormRolled over ...
A SONG that is bitter with grief-a ballad as pale as the lightThat comes with the fall of the leaf, ...
A POET once, whose tuneful soul, perchance,Too fondly leaned toward sin, and sin's romance,On a long vanished eve, so calm ...
LET all thy words a Christian import bear,Let them, with grace, at all times season'd be,That they may knowledge give ...
Years fifty, and seven to boot, have smitten the children of menSince sound of a voice or a foot came ...
MAJESTIC warder by the Nation's gate,Spike-crowned, flame-armed like Agony or Glory,Holding the tablets of some unknown law,With gesture eloquent and ...
Oh! wherefore come ye forth, in triumph from the North,With your hands, and your feet, and your raiment all red?And ...
The rage for writing has spread far and wide,Letters on letters now are multiplied,And every mortal, who can hold a ...
Oh, Life, I have taken you for my Lover, I rent your veils and I found you fair ;If a fault ...
Curst be that busy Wretch, that human Beast,(Some crafty Statesman or ambitious Priest)Who first his own pernicious Schemes to buildHis ...
SO at last a toll they'll levy For the passing fool who sings-Take the harp grown dull and heavy (With the dried ...
Round Sizergh's antique, massy walls,Full frequent swept the whistling blast;It sigh'd along the spacious halls,And through the tap'stried chambers past.The ...
Have you heard, my friend, the slander that the Negro has to face?Immorality, the grossest, has been charged up to ...
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