The Huntress of Stars (George Sterling Poems)
Tell me, O Night! what horses hale the moon!Those of the sun rear now on Syria's day,But here the steeds ...
Tell me, O Night! what horses hale the moon!Those of the sun rear now on Syria's day,But here the steeds ...
AFTER the winter rain,Sing, robin ! - sing, swallow!Grasses are in the lane,Buds and flowers will follow.Woods shall ring, blithe ...
Prodigal landscape scouted its three greatspecies down from skyfall, rigged centerpieceto rational memory, though remissin clouded winter. The members, spatulatefor ...
THERE'S not a leaf upon the tree To show the sap is leaping,There's not a blade and not an ear Escaped from ...
I FEED my eyes that when this present time,So rich in all delight, has passed away,And I have fallen into ...
The weary one, orphanof the masses, the self,the crushed one, the one made of concrete,the one without a country in ...
Still westward with the lessening light ye go,Dejected people, and the forests tall,Bewidowed of their dusky children, fallBehind you with ...
Out over my study,All ashen and ruddy,Sinks the December sun;And high up overThe chimney's soot cove,The winter night wind has ...
The holly bush, a sober lump of green,Shines through the leafless shrubs all brown and grey,And smiles at winter be ...
A cuckoo, larger than the forest, digs a hole in thestill warm, ashen landscape.The butt of a rifle spreads over ...
The moon, beyond her violet bars,From towering heights of thunder-cloud,Sheds calm upon our scarlet wars,To soothe a world so small, ...
THE power of spring is waxing. One by oneThe Wallflowers show their comeliness at lastIn token that the winter months ...
WAS it a fancy, bred of vagrant guess,Or well-remember'd fact, that He was bornWhen half the world was wintry and ...
GOD'S benison upon each happy dayDead now and gone!--its gentle ghost our feetDoth follow, singing faintly; and how sweet--Tenderly sweet, ...
Fair Trees, O keep from chattering soWhen I with my more fair do go Beneath your branches;For if I laugh with ...
OH, who would be sad tho' the sky be a-graying,And meadow and woodlands are empty and bare;For softly and merrily ...
Love is the scent with the lotus born.It is the silent choirs of petalsSinging the winter's harmony of uniform beauty.Love ...
IF the loved one, the well-known one,Should return as he departed,On his lips would ring my kisses,Though the wolf's blood ...
From the winter's grey despair,From the summer's golden languor,Death, the lover of Life,Frees us for ever.Inevitable, silent, unseen,Everywhere always,Shadow by ...
I am afraid to go into the woods,I fear the trees and their mad, green moods.I fear the breezes that ...
One day people will touch and talk perhapseasily,And loving be natural as breathing and warm assunlight,And people will untie themselves, ...
My dearest, my heart-call,Goodnight my love-you are tired,I see your shadow on the wall.The night is so Spring inspired.You are ...
A song of the setting sun!The sky in the west is red,And the day is all but done;While yonder up ...
The fir trees taper into twigs and wearThe rich blue green of summer all the year,Softening the roughest tempest almost ...
A shepherd shearing sheep one day Declaimed most zealously Upon the care was ta'en of sheep, From utter charity. How they had homes to ...
There is a calm for those who weep,A rest for weary pilgrims found:They softly lie, and sweetly sleep,Low in the ...
Sweet, sweet days are passing O'er my happy home. Passing on swift wings through the valley of life. Cold are the days when ...
OH! little loveliest lady mine,What shall I send for your valentine?Summer and flowers are far away;Gloomy old Winter is king ...
O, twice the maple blushes, blushes rosy, rosy red; She blushes in the Spring-time, When aroused from Winter's sleep, She finds herself all ...
Think of me, when 'mid joy and gladnessThey bark glides smoothly down life's tranquil stream.When thy life, free from care ...
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