A November Wood-Walk (Kate Seymour Maclean Poems)
Dead leaves are deep in all our forest walks; Their brightest tints not all extinguished yet, Shine redly glimmering through the dewy ...
Dead leaves are deep in all our forest walks; Their brightest tints not all extinguished yet, Shine redly glimmering through the dewy ...
For years I've seen the frothy lines go thund'rin' down the shore;For years the surge has tossed its kelp and ...
Lucinda! Lucinda! why all this abstraction? May astronomy hold no communion with mirth? Stars-comets-eclipses have these such attraction To steal you from our ...
LAST of the leaves! why lingerest thouSo late upon the naked bough?Those who were young with thee are gone,And thou ...
WINGED poet of vernal ethers!Ah! where hast thou lingered long?I have missed thy passionate, skyward flightsAnd the trills of thy ...
IROSY plum-tree, think of meWhen Spring comes down the world!IIThere's dozens full of dandelionsDown in the field:Little gold plates,Little gold ...
I walked beside a dark gray sea. And said, "O world, how cold thou art!Thou poor white world, I pity thee, For ...
When hawthorns are blooming and hedges are gay,And the lark soars aloft as he heralds the day,I love to be ...
Art come, dear youth? two days and nights away!(Who burn with love, grow aged in a day.)As much as apples ...
Wagons rattling and banging,horses neighing and snorting,conscripts marching, each with bow and arrows at his hip,fathers and mothers, wives and ...
Two men, well versed in use of arms, Set out, 'tis said, in search of game.Each felt that hunting had its ...
TAKE the harp, but very softly for our brother touch the strings:Wind and wood shall help to wail him, waves ...
Away, ye gay landscapes, ye garden of roses!In you let the minions of luxury rove;Restore me to the rocks, where ...
My quietness has a man in it, he is transparentand he carries me quietly, like a gondola, through the streets.He ...
Am I the slave they say, Soggarth aroon? Since you did show the way, Soggarth aroon, Their slave no more to be, While they would ...
The darkest, strangest mysteryI ever read, or heern, or see,Is 'long of a drink at Taggart's Hall,-- Tom Taggart's of Gilgal.I've ...
And no one knows what became of him, Crazy Levi,who tied the roadsfrom Yaverev to Moshtsiskto Samber to Greyding in ...
Upon yesterday's lotus the dew pearledAnd vanished with the sun.On a certain morning e'er the winter ceased,Lo, did the songsters ...
He was hit back of the head for a haul of $15,a Diner's Club Card and picture of his daughter ...
When April weeps, she wakes the flowers That slept the winter through. Oh, did they dream those frosty hours That she would be ...
When men were all asleep the snow came flying, In large white flakes falling on the city brown,Stealthily and perpetually ...
O jay-Blue-jay!What are you trying to say?I remember, in the springYou pretended you could sing;But your voice is now still ...
A NEW YEAR'S DAY SONG.THERE is wintry cold and snow At home, on mount or lea;With us, 'tis summer's glow, As we ...
They only see the snow heaped on the moor, The bare trees shivering in the winter's breath,The icy drift that sifteth ...
It is winter in California, and outsideIs like the interior of a florist shop:A chilled and moisture-laden cropOf pink camellias ...
There are lone cemeteries,tombs full of soundless bones,the heart threading a tunnel,a dark, dark tunnel :like a wreck we die ...
I HAVE seen thee again, my beloved,Thou art come in the pride of thy youth,With thy beauty a garment about ...
When the south-west wind cameThe air grew bright and sweet, as though a flameHad cleansed the world of winter. The ...
Thou sombre lady of down-bended head,And weary lashes drooping to the cheek,With sweet sad fold of lips uncomforted,And listless hands ...
For ages on our river borders,These tassels in their tawny bloom,And willowy studs of downy silver,Have prophesied of Spring to ...
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