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What time I paced, at pleasant mo… A deep and dewy wood, I heard a mellow hunting-horn Make dim report of Dian’s lustiho… Far down a heavenly hollow.
‘I saw a sky of stars that rolled… All glory twinkled through some sw… From each tall chimney of the roar… That shot his fire far up the soot… Mixt fuels—Labor’s Right and Lab…
A Story of Christmas Eve. Strange that the termagant winds s… The Christmas Eve so bitterly! But Wife, and Harry the four-year… Big Charley, Nimblewits, and I,
If spicy-fringed pinks that blush… With passions of perfume,—if viole… That hint of heaven with odor more… If perfect roses, each a holy Gra… Wherefrom the blood of beauty doth…
Our hearths are gone out and our h… And but the ghosts of homes to us… And ghastly eyes and hollow sighs… From friend to friend of an unspok… O Raven days, dark Raven days of…
Dear Mother-Earth Of Titan birth, Yon hills are your large breasts,… Have climbed to their top-nipples,… To drink my mother’s-milk so near…
By the Eldest Grandson. A rainbow span of fifty years, Painted upon a cloud of tears, In blue for hopes and red for fear… Finds end in a golden hour to-day.
Thou God, whose high, eternal Lov… Is the only blue sky of our life, Clear all the Heaven that bends a… The life-road of this man and wife… May these two lives be but one not…
Written for the Art Autograph dur… Heartsome Ireland, winsome Irelan… Charmer of the sun and sea, Bright beguiler of old anguish, How could Famine frown on thee?
As Love will carve dear names upo… Symbol of gravure on his heart to… So thought I thine with loving te… In the growth and substance of my… But, writing it, my tears begin to…
I asked my heart to say Some word whose worth my love’s de… Upon my Lady’s natal day. Then said my heart to me: ‘Learn from the rhyme that now sha…
O Age that half believ’st thou ha… Half doubt’st the substance of thi… And, half perceiving that thou hal… Stand’st at thy temple door, heart… Lo! while thy heart’s within, help…
I was drivin’ my two-mule waggin, With a lot o’ truck for sale, Towards Macon, to git some baggin… (Which my cotton was ready to bale… And I come to a place on the side…
Sail fast, sail fast, Ark of my hopes, Ark of my dreams… Sweep lordly o’er the drowned Pas… Fly glittering through the sun’s s… Sail fast, sail fast.
Down mildest shores of milk-white… By cape and fair Floridian bay, Twixt billowy pines—a surf asleep… And the great Gulf at play, Past far-off palms that filmed to…