To * * * (George Sylvester Viereck Poems)
THE flowers I plucked, with youthful freedom strayingThrough fields with dreamy poppies sown,I bring, a priest sad scornful homage payingBefore ...
THE flowers I plucked, with youthful freedom strayingThrough fields with dreamy poppies sown,I bring, a priest sad scornful homage payingBefore ...
Two names I had inscribed upon this page,Dear to my youth—and to my manhood dear—But those who bore them dwell ...
It is as if a silver chord Were suddenly grown mute, And life's song with its rhythm warred Against a silver lute. It is ...
There is a harper playsThrough the long watches of the lonely nightWhen, like a cemetery,Sleeps the dark city, with her ...
As the flower early gathered, whilst fresh in its bloom,So was she whom I mourn for sent young to the ...
Come to me often, sportive Memory: Thy hands are full of flowers; thy voice is sweet; Thine innocent uncareful look doth meet The ...
Let the memorial hill remember instead of me,that's what it's here for. Let the par in-memory-of remember,let the street that's-named-for ...
I SAID I loved not memories, speaking sooth,For who would raise the ghost of buried pain,Lost love, dead dreams, and ...
Purpled to softness comes the twilight hour, Out of the travail of the feverish day,Soothing the hot, quickened breath with the ...
Forbeare darke night, my joyes now budd againe,Lately growne dead, while cold aspects, did chillThe roote at heart, and my ...
We are the time. We are the famousmetaphor from Heraclitus the Obscure.We are the water, not the hard diamond,the one ...
The false fair days have flamed the livelong day,And still they flicker in the brazen West.Cast down thine eyes, poor ...
Ten paces round me solid earth stretches,Moving as I move through impalpable regionsOf space unbounded, unreal, untenanted,Or tenanted, if tenanted, ...
Yes, I have slain, and taken moving lifeFrom bodies. Yea! And laughed upon the taking;And, having slain, have whetted still ...
O happy day, with seven-fold blessings setAmid thy hallowed hours, the memories dearOf childhood's holidays, and household cheer,When friends and ...
When grey Eve steals along the Western sky,Musing I climb the headland's craggy steep ;Gaze on the bosom of the ...
They have spent theircontent of simpering,holding their lips thisand that way, windingthe lines betweentheir brows. Old folksallow their bellies to ...
What rarer, finer bliss than his who feels,While happy friends and neighbors press his hands,The warmth of handclasps given in ...
The Old T-Anchor Ranch is gone, and with it the open range,No more we'll ride the plains alone, there's been ...
No, this can never be: we needs must meet,(If my poor faith may to the end endure)Where love shall be ...
She gave me a flow'ret, - and oh! it was sweet!'T was a pea, in full bloom, with its dark ...
So Love is dead, the Love we knew of old!And in the sorrow of our hearts' hushed hallsA lute lies ...
There was no sound at all, no crying in the village,Nothing you would count as sound, that is, after the ...
Go up among the mountains, when the stormOf midnight howls, but go in that wild mood,When the soul loves tumultuous ...
Happy are they and charmed in life Who through long wars arrive unscarredAt peace. To such the wreath be given,If they ...
The shadow of the lantern on the wall,The lantern hanging from the twisted beam,The eye that sees the lantern, shadow ...
SUB PONDERE CRESCITThe hope of Truth grows stronger, day by day;I hear the soul of Man around me waking,Like a ...
Hushed is the shriek of hurtling shells: and hark!Somewhere within that bit of soft blue sky-Grand in his loneliness, his ...
A group of islands, loved and lovely, first a colony - Strung out like a necklace flung across the southern seas ...
Make, for he loved thee well, our Merrimac,From wave and shore a low and long lamentFor him, whose last look ...
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