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’T IS the blithest, bonniest weat… For a bird to trill and warble, al… I ’ve a secret. You may listen ti… Little maiden, but I ’ll never, n… You ’ll find no more wary piper, t…
OVER the murmurous choral of dim… The constellations glow against th… Ethereal dusk, 'forever fair, al… Serene, while man climbs painfully… To cities, clamorous cities, life…
WHEN Cap’n Tom comes home, and… Is opened, oh, the shells that rai… Tossed on far shores, by us to be… When Cap’n Tom comes home! Cocoanuts for which gray, chatteri…
(A medieval Spanish legend slande… ROMAQUIA sat and wept her Lace mantilla full of tears. King Abit laid by his scepter, Left the Council of the Peers.
HONOR to him whose very blood re… The old, enchanted dream-song of t… Although his house of life. is fai… Of fires new-kindled on the buried… Whose heart is wistful for the flo…
SUMMER fervors slacken; Sumac torches dim; There’s bronze upon the bracken; September has a whim For carmine, pearl and amber
THE darkest wood that the north-w… Hath its balsamum and its silverli… Its violet interspace. The bitterest sea that the wan moo… Hath its hushful archipelagoes,
How long, O Prince of Peace, how… Of this wild war that wraps the wo… Fed on earth’s glorious youth, hig… —O Chivalry of Hope!— With the cloudy host of the infide…
RED, white, blue, the flag that l… Stripes as red as blood well shed… Now ’tis ours to storm the towers… Freedom’s sons who front the guns… Fly the flag from dome and steeple…
ON the mountain side they fashion… Those rifting shreds of storm, A figure of strange passion, A winged and sworded form. Majestic, wild, colossal,
THESE palms weave shadows of del… But the truant heart flies forth To birch-boles glistening more tha… In the forests of the North.
THREE steps there are our human… The first is Force. The savage struggled to it from th… And still it is our last, ashamed… Above that jagged stretch of red-v…
GRAY gulls that wheeled and dipp… Where tossing crests like Alpine… Would shimmer and entice; A stormy petrel, Judas soul, Dark wanderer of the waste, whose…
GALLANTLY swung the old carpen… Drums and fifes in his tread, But softly he crossed the braided… Gently he stroked her head. ‘More folks were there at the stat…
WHAT song is in the sap of this… That to the north-star faces, Ravened each June by caterpillar… Till all its leaves are laces, Poor shreds whose very shadow grie…