A Rune Of The Rain (George Parsons Lathrop Poems)
O many-toned rain!O myriad sweet voices of the rain!How welcome is its delicate overtureAt evening, when the moist and glowing ...
O many-toned rain!O myriad sweet voices of the rain!How welcome is its delicate overtureAt evening, when the moist and glowing ...
THOU lovest me no more. It needs not wordsTo tell me thou art altered now. Alas!I mark it well in ...
IO NINEVEH, thy realm is setUpon a base of rock and steelFrom where the under-rivers fretHigh up to where the ...
What am I, and what is he Who can cull and tear a heart, As one might a rose for sport In its ...
FIFTEEN miles and then the harbour! Here we cannot choose but stand,Faces thrust towards the day-break, listening for our native ...
IIN EXCELSISTwo dwellings, Peace, are thine. One is the mountain-height,Uplifted in the loneliness of light Beyond the realm of shadows,-fine,And far, and ...
Roxana from the court retiring late, Sigh'd her soft sorrows at St. JAMES's gate: Such heavy thoughts lay brooding in her breast, Not ...
A common wayside flower it grew, Unhandsome and unnoticed too, Except in deprecation That such an herb unreared by toil, Prolific cumberer of the ...
THEY declare that I'm gracefully pretty,The very best waltzer that whirls;They say I am sparkling and witty,The pearl, the queen ...
PLACE--Scotland. TIME--Thirteenth Century.OFF! off! no treacherous priest for me!What's Heaven? what's Hell? Eternity!It hath no meaning to mine ear.Unless--Stay, father! ...
Now died the Night-breeze on the winding shore,And Folly's babbling voice was heard no more ;Calm was the hour, all ...
WE STOOD by the window and hearkenedTo the voice of the runnels sea-driven,While, northward, the mountain-heads darkened,Girt round with the ...
Good morning sweetheart.Good morning my Saint of a sweetheart.It has been two year mothersince the boy has sailedon his mythical ...
Along the hot and endless road, Calm and erect, with haggard eyes,The prisoner bore his fetters' load Beneath the scorching, azure skies.Serene ...
ALTON.YOU see that man with the quick eyes and brow,Too ponderous almost for his slender frame,His dark locks tinged with ...
As thus the snows arise; and foul and fierce,All winter drives along the darken'd air;In his own loose-revolving fields, the ...
Hush! She is dead! Tread gently as the light Foots dim the weary room. Thou shalt behold. Look:--In death's ermine pomp of ...
I come, blood on blood,like the sea, wave on wave.I have a soul the colour of poppies.The luckless poppy is ...
The Desert sands are heated, parched and dreary, The tigers rend alive their quivering preyIn the near Jungle; here the kites ...
I. O tear-eyed goddess of the marble brow, Who showerest snows of tresses on the night Of anguished temples! lonely watcher, thou Who bendest ...
With anxious eyes and dry, expectant lips,Within the sculptured stoa by the sea,All day she waited while, like ghostly ships,Long ...
SHE sat by the wayside and wept, where roses, red roses and white,Lay wasted and withered and sere, like her ...
Upon this earth, the land of the Victorious Ones,Once lived a Saint, known as the second Buddha;His fame was heard ...
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 ...
The thunder has its lull from riot,The morning storm its evening quiet;The raving and rebellious oceanIts crystal calm, its rest ...
Oh, Life, I have taken you for my Lover, I rent your veils and I found you fair ;If a fault ...
"Now there stood by the cross of Jesus his mother."O wondrous mother! since the dawn of timeWas ever love, was ...
FAR in the ways of the hyaline wastes-in the face of the splendidSix of the sisters-the star-dowered sisters ineffably bright,Merope ...
No more is the muse invoked;the lyre is out of fashion;no poet cares to use it;by other things are the ...
St. Patrick's DayI.WHAT a onion of hearts is the love of a motherWhen races of men in her name unite!For ...
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