Fairies (Madison Julius Cawein Poems)
On the tremulous coppice, From her plenteous hair, Large golden-rayed poppies Of moon-litten air The Night hath flung there. In the fern-favored hollow The fire-flies fleet Uncertainly ...
On the tremulous coppice, From her plenteous hair, Large golden-rayed poppies Of moon-litten air The Night hath flung there. In the fern-favored hollow The fire-flies fleet Uncertainly ...
1862'T is midnight: through my troubled dreamLoud wails the tempest's cry;Before the gale, with tattered sail,A ship goes plunging by.What ...
SHE sat by the wayside and wept, where roses, red roses and white,Lay wasted and withered and sere, like her ...
One limpin Jimmy wed a lass;An this wor th' way it coom to pass--He'd saved a little bit o' brass, An ...
WHAT shall we mourn? For the prostrate tree that sheltered the young green wood?For the fallen cliff that fronted the ...
I know of a landWhere hair does not grey, and where time's rule is banned,Where sun does not burn, and ...
In his arm-chair, warmly cushioned,In the quiet earned by labor,Life's reposeful Indian summer,Grandpa sits; and lets the paperLie upon his ...
SIR, more than kisses, letters mingle souls,For thus, friends absent speak. This ease controlsThe tediousness of my life ; but ...
At twilight in beautiful summers,When all the dew is shed,And all the singers and hummersAre safe at home in bed,In ...
Land I adore, farewell! thou land of the southern sun's choosing!Pearl of the Orient seas! our forfeited Garden of Eden!Joyous I yield ...
I arise and go down to the River, and currents that come from the sea,Still fresh with the salt of ...
Good ladies, you that have your pleasure in exile, Step in your foot, come take a place, and mourn with me ...
ALONE he sat. His broad and lofty browWas bent upon his thin, pale hand; his locksOf jet hung o'er it ...
I saw her twins of eyelids listless swoon Mesmeric eyes, Like the mild lapsing of a lulling tune On wide surprise, While slow the ...
O little siren of the rose-white skin,Reared to strange music and to stranger sin,With scornful lips that move to no ...
1.Thou still unravish'd bride of quietness, Thou foster-child of silence and slow time, Sylvan historian, who canst thus express A flowery tale more ...
It is not blasphemy to hope that HeavenMore perfectly will give those nameless joysWhich throb within the pulses of the ...
Well I recall my Father's wife,The day he brought her home.His children looked for years of strife,And troubles sure to ...
THERE is a woman like a seed,There is a man in embryo,Whose spirits, faces, sex indeedTheir very mothers do not ...
Hail to the Light of this revolving Morn,On which such Beauty to the World was born,Or rather made--for thus Traditions ...
I.Beautiful Alice, serene little saint, My treasure!— O better than mine,—What mind can imagine, or eloquence paint Thy gladness and glory divine?A ...
A woodman whose rough heart was out of tune(I think such hearts yet never came to good)Hated to hear, under ...
NEW YORK, July 20, 1883.DEAR GIRL:The town goes on as thoughIt thought you still were in it;The gilded cage seems ...
Dear little Alice lay dying;-- I see her as if 'twas to-day,And we stood round her snowy bed, crying, And watching her ...
Dear Miss Lucy: I been t'inkin' dat I 'd write you long fo' dis, But dis writin' 's mighty tejous, an' ...
I Here where a tree and its wild liana, Leaning over the streamlet, grow, Once a nymph, like the moon'd Diana, Sat in the ...
On the holy mount of Ida,Where the pine and cypress grow,Sate a young and lovely woman,Weeping ever, weeping low.Drearily throughout ...
I. The juice-big apples' sullen gold, Like lazy Sultans laughed and lolled 'Mid heavy mats of leaves that lay Green-flatten'd 'gainst the glaring day; And ...
Scene I—Marriage of Sir R. Peel With Lady E. HaySee yonder gorgeous fane, its doors expand,Throng'd with the rank, wealth, ...
The western gale,Mild as the kisses of connubial love,Plays round my languid limbs, as all dissolved,Beneath the ancient elm's fantastic ...
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