Poems by Edward Robeson Taylor

What treasure trove the task-free summer hours
With every golden moment all our own;
Beneath s...

Upon an age-worn, upright stone
Of gems that once had been a part
Of some great tree's rejoici...

The darksome waves of all thy fourscore years
Break on thy bosom's solitary shore,
Where mid t...

Deep-brooding Night has done its worst and best,
And once again we front the new-born Day,
Wh...

Mourn not thy dead, although they may have shone
With fondest radiance on thy lessening years, ...

As oft of old, I watched the sun leap o'er
The golden barriers of the farthest West,
And saw ...

All Beauty's magic-weaving airs
Blow through the Poet's answering soul,
Till thrilled with ecs...

The cities vanish; one by one
The glories fade that paled the sun;
At Time's continuous, fate...

Man fills not home as does the woman: she
Reigns there in dominance benignly free;
Her very pr...

A strange-eyed Eagle fiercely tore its way
From out the breast of Latium, and began
At once to...

I Dawn scarce had lit the torch of smiling day
When quaked the earth as with convulsive fear
A...

His eye
Sweeps all the sky,
As hard he grips the rock.
Storm's ice-clad brood that round him ...

Beneath a friendly, towering pine we lay--
Its sun-smit needles dancing in their bright,
Gem-...

The great Missouri, that when Spring was young
Rolled by in still increasing, fearsome flow,
...

For that they slew the cattle of the Sun
Ulysses' comrades sank to death while he,
Borne on th...