The Sprits Of Light And Darkness (Madison Julius Cawein Poems)
FIRST CHORUS. Ere the birth of Death and of Time, Ere the birth of Hell and its torments, Ere the orbs of ...
FIRST CHORUS. Ere the birth of Death and of Time, Ere the birth of Hell and its torments, Ere the orbs of ...
THE gentle spirit of the twilight nowHas shut his rosy wings, and I have comeOut in the sad, sweet starlight, ...
There is no cord, however strong, That time will not its fibers rend,Nor weary road, however long, But constant march will find ...
If, yet regardful of your native land,Old Shakespeare's tongue you deign to understand,Lo, from the blissful bowers where heaven rewardsInstructive ...
An Ode for MusicWhen Music, heavenly maid, was young,While yet in early Greece she sung,The Passions oft, to hear her ...
Fair stood the wind for France, When we our sails advance; Nor now to prove our chance Longer will tarry; But putting to the ...
I.TEAR down the crape from the column! Let the shaft stand white and fair!Be silent the wailing music-there is no ...
Ye sons of freemen wake to sadness, Hark! Hark, what myriads bid you rise;Three millions of our race in madness Break out ...
Old Chaucer, like the morning star,To us discovers day from far;His light those mists and clouds dissolved,Which our dark nation ...
In Virgil's Sacred Verse we find,That Passion can depress or raiseThe Heav'nly, as the Human Mind:Who dare deny what Virgil ...
"My limbs wax strong, my thoughts expand," Said Christopher of old,As he lay musing 'mid the hills, His flock within the fold,-"I ...
ITHE LAST CUP OF CANARYSo, the powder's low, and the larder's clean, And surrender drapes, with its black impending,All the stage ...
Dark the halls, and cold the feast,Gone the bridemaids, gone the priest.All is over, all is done,Twain of yesterday are ...
To W. S. M.Look at her-there she sits upon her throneAs ladylike and quiet as a nun!But if you cross ...
There's an ogre abroad, boys, There's an ogre abroad, A three-handed monster That makes his abode In hamlet and city, In country and town, And revels ...
1We, whose lungs fill with the sweetness of day.Who in May admire trees floweringAre better than those who perished.We, who ...
This was the tale Sher Afzul told to me, While the spent camels bubbled on their knees,And ruddy camp-fires twinkled through ...
I CANNOT hold, for though to write were rude,Yet to be silent were Ingratitude,And Folly too; for if PosterityShould never ...
DEEP under the spires of a hill, by the feet of the thunder-cloud trod,I pause in a luminous, still, magnificent ...
Our _Donne_ is dead; England should mourne, may say We had a man where language chose to stay And shew her gracefull ...
'Twas night, and the moonbeams palely fellOn the gloomy walls of a cheerless cell,Where a captive sought a brief reposeFrom ...
In weeds of sorrow wildly 'dight,Alone beneath the gloom of night,Monimia went to mourn;She left a mother's fond alarms;Ah! never ...
ADDRESSEDTO MY NEPHEWATHANASE C. L. COQUEREL,ON HIS WEDDING DAY, 1819.CHILD of my heart! while others hailThis festive morn, when joys ...
So, this is all, - the utmost reachOf priestly power the mind to fetter!When laymen think, when women preach,A war ...
White-haired and hoary-bearded, who art thouThat speedest on, albeit bent with age,Even as a youth that followeth after dreams?Whence are ...
My youthful brother, oft I long To write to you in prose or song; With no pretence to judgment strong, But warm affection, May ...
Runs falls rises stumbles on from darkness into darknessand the darkness thicketed with shapes of terrorand the hunters pursuing and ...
Master. Come my servant, follow me,According to thy place;And surely God will be with thee,And send the heav'nly grace.Servant.Dear Master, I ...
MAHADEVA, Lord of earth For the sixth time comes below,As a man of mortal birth,— Like him, feeling joy and woe.Hither loves ...
MY cousin, I have never seen thee--yetFrom childhood's early years my dearest thoughtsHave been so full of thee, I almost ...
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