To Those in Nameless Graves (L Houzeau Poems)
No need of stone to mark the place Where buried lie the glorious dead.Our hearts their sepulcher doth graceAnd in our ...
No need of stone to mark the place Where buried lie the glorious dead.Our hearts their sepulcher doth graceAnd in our ...
Ye holy Towers that shade the wave-worn steep,Long may ye rear your aged brows sublime,Though, hurrying silent by, relentless TimeAssail ...
War broke: and now the Winter of the worldWith perishing great darkness closes in.The foul tornado, centred at Berlin,Is over ...
Thanks to the artist, ever on my wallThe sunset stays: that hill in glory rolled,Those trees and clouds in crimson ...
FOR weeks the languid southern wind had blown,Fraught with Floridian balm; thro' winter skiesWe seemed to catch the smile of ...
Lord, what am I, that, with unceasing care,Thou didst seek after me, - that thou didst wait,Wet with unhealthy dews, ...
Each naked branch, the yellow leaf or brown,The rugged rock, and death-deformed plainLie white beneath the winter's feathery down,Nor doth ...
Ye daffodilian days, whose fallen towersShielded our paradisal prime from ill,Fair Past, fair motherhood! let come what will,We, being yours, ...
O Winter! thou art not that haggard Lear,With stormy beard and countenance of woe,Raving amain, or dumbly crouching low,In hoary desolation ...
The bugles of England were blowing o'er the sea,As they had called a thousand years, calling now to me;They woke ...
A flower needs to be this sizeto conceal the winter window,and this color, the redof a Fiat with the top ...
HOW long, o Lord, how long the Winter's woes?Is it to purge the world of sin and stainThat in its ...
The lakes of ice gleam bluer than the lakesOf water 'neath the summer sunshine gleamed:Far fairer than when placidly it ...
THE empress of the year, the meadows' queen,Back from the East, with all her goodly train,Is come, to glorify the ...
NOT seldom, whilst the Winter yet is king,Whilst yet the meads are mute and boughs are bare,A stirring in the ...
II only live in the light:Let there be light for me,Or let the night come soon!IIWinter,-Summer's rainbow-mantle of colour fadesBack, ...
The winter apples have been picked, the garden turned.Rain and wind have picked the maple leaves and gone.The last of ...
Boll-weevil's coming, and the winter's cold,Made cotton-stalks look rusty, seasons old,And cotton, scarce as any southern snow,Was vanishing; the branch, ...
Fair tree of winter! fresh and flowering,When all around is dead and dry;Whose ruby buds, though storms are louring,Spread their ...
A mist that froze beneath the moon and shookMinutest frosty fire in the air.All night the wind was still as ...
As one who in the hush of twilight hearsThe pausing pulse of Nature, when the LightCommingles in the dim mysterious ...
The swallows pass in restless companies.Against the pink-flowered may, one shining breastThrobs momentary music--then, possessedWith motion, sweeps on some new ...
SNOW falls, but not the snow of winter's chill:'Tis white pear-blossom petals that have doneTheir herald duty. Now the kiss ...
Twenty below, I said, and closed the door,A drop of five degrees and going down.It makes a tautened drum-hide of ...
The month of carnival of all the year,When Nature lets the wild earth go its way,And spend whole seasons on ...
The frozen dream lakesenvisioned one Christmas Eve,the water's morning glintthrough the blindness of a solid wall,a wall solid brick, stacked ...
Had I the wondrous magic to investIdeal forms in colour, I would paintThee, winter, first, by an ideal saintDeep in ...
SNOW on the Mountains! 'Tis the country nameOf this white flower that hangs adown the wall.The snows that on Helvellyn's ...
Thou art my morning, twilight, noon, and eve,My summer and my winter, spring and fall;For Nature left on thee a ...
March days return with their covert light,and huge fish swim through the sky,vague earthly vapours progress in secret,things slip to ...
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