Beauty, by Edward Robeson Taylor
AFTER FERNAND GREGH This eve dream brims my he...
AFTER FERNAND GREGH This eve dream brims my he...
O spirit mine, arouse thee from a sleep
Which...
On a lone crag, where Storm's wild children ne...
All round us here, in myriad number strown,
...
Upon an age-worn, upright stone
Of gems that ...
A strange-eyed Eagle fiercely tore its way
Fro...
I Dawn scarce had lit the torch of smiling day...
What treasure trove the task-free summer hours
...
What joy to watch thee as thy wings with zest
...
For that they slew the cattle of the Sun
Ulyss...
Beneath a friendly, towering pine we lay--
It...
The great Missouri, that when Spring was young...
His eye
Sweeps all the sky,
As hard he grips...
Strong of bone and strong of brawn,
Colored l...
The singing bee comes like a little ship,
And...
Dawn takes the everlasting skies
And shoulders...
That night
The sky bent to the manger with sti...
I love her--so life is dawn;
I love her and l...
The dome of heaven is thy house
Bird of the mi...
Ring of fire upon the grass,
Silvered like a ...
Dawn bird victorious,
Lyrical, glorious,
S...
The stars like bells flash down the silver sky,...
Nay, not tired; lonely!
Through the years
No...
The circus come to our town,
En' everything w...
O heart of God, beat once for me!
The bird sh...