One Day And Another: A Lyrical Eclogue – Part I (Madison Julius Cawein Poems)
LATE SPRING _The mottled moth at eventide Beats glimmering wings against the pane; The slow, sweet lily opens wide, White in the dusk like ...
LATE SPRING _The mottled moth at eventide Beats glimmering wings against the pane; The slow, sweet lily opens wide, White in the dusk like ...
Daughter of Heaven and Earth, coy Spring,With sudden passion languishing,Maketh all things softly smile,Painteth pictures mile on mile,Holds a cup ...
Stern Winter! stormy, sullen, cold, and dun,Thou joyless outcast from the genial sun,Thou gloomiest offspring of the rolling year,With front ...
Hans Carvel, impotent and old,Married a lass of London mould.Handsome? Enough; extremely gay;Loved music, company, and play:High flights she had, ...
You shall not be overboldWhen you deal with arctic cold,As late I found my lukewarm bloodChilled wading in the snow-choked ...
Of all shy visitants, I loveThat darling butterfly,Whose wings are to the cornfield's waveA hovering reply,Yellow as dancing wheat-ears ripeHe ...
So we know she must have said something to him--What language, life? Oh, what language? Thousands of years later I inhabit a house whose stone is ...
Tie your heart at night to mine, love,and both will defeat the darknesslike twin drums beating in the forestagainst the ...
We grow where none but God,Life's Gardener,Upon the sterile sodBestows His care.Our morn and evening dew—The sacramentThat maketh all things ...
THE CONVERT.Some to our Hero have a hero's nameDenied, because no father's he could claim;Nor could his mother with precision ...
THE WAGER.Counter and Clubb were men in trade, whose pains,Credit, and prudence, brought them constant gains;Partners and punctual, every friend ...
I.MAY-DAY is come!--While yet the unwillng Spring Checks with capricious frown the opening year, Onward, where bleak winds have been ...
London Bridge is falling down, Rome's burnt and BabylonThe Great is now but dust; yet still Spring mustSwing back through ...
LIFE, like a marble block, is given to all,A blank, inchoate mass of years and days,Whence one with ardent chisel ...
I like to see it lap the miles,And lick the valleys up,And stop to feed itself at tanks;And then, prodigious, ...
Pink, small, and punctual,Aromatic, low,Covert in April,Candid in May, Dear to the moss,Known by the knoll,Next to the robinIn every ...
New feet within my garden go-New fingers stir the sod-A Troubadour upon the ElmBetrays the solitude.New children play upon the ...
The lawyer, are you? Well! I ain't got nothin' to say. Nothin'! I told the perlice I hadn't nothin'. They ...
Because I was content with these poor fields, Low open meads, slender and sluggish streams, And found a home in ...
The Robin is a Gabriel In humble circumstances -- His Dress denotes him socially, Of Transport's Working Classes -- He ...
New feet within my garden go -- New fingers stir the sod -- A Troubadour upon the Elm Betrays the ...
Lightly stepped a yellow star To its lofty place -- Loosed the Moon her silver hat From her lustral Face ...
Dust is the only Secret -- Death, the only One You cannot find out all about In his "native town." ...
Man Naturally loves delay, And to procrastinate; Business put off from day to day Is always done to late. Let ...
A hotel in whose ledgers departures are more prominent than arrivals. With wet Koh-i-noors the October rain strokes what's left ...
The eyes open to a cry of pulleys, And spirited from sleep, the astounded soul Hangs for a moment bodiless ...
I I see the boys of summer in their ruin Lay the gold tithings barren, Setting no store by harvest, ...
How tall among her sisters, and how fair, -- How grave beyond her youth, yet debonair As dawn, 'mid wrinkled ...
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