The Last Monster, by George Sterling
In backward vision, from the primal dusk
I sa...
In backward vision, from the primal dusk
I sa...
The night was on the world, and in my sleep
I...
Untouched by crimson or by gold,
Its pure and...
O many and many a day before we met,
I knew s...
Like those Ambassadors of old, that went
To t...
The summer Night comes brooding down on Earth, ...
MARBLEHEAD, 1901. The fog slunk down from Lab...
Lightsome, laughter-loving June,
Days that s...
Since the great, glad greeting of dawn from th...
Laughter, velvet-lipped, runs ringing
All al...
POMPEII, 1900. The giant slept, and pigmies ...
NOISELESSLY through the silent mansion treading...
The north! The north! From out the north
What ...
Imposing a silence on the waves of the sea,
I...
The west is barred with hurrying clouds,
With...
Many a bud enfolds a hue that never sees the su...
It rolls in grandeur lone--
The stream of Time...
O GODDESS, when the sands at last are run,
L...
What pleasant dreams, what memories, rise,
...
The sun-bronzed Arabs, living at the base
Of ...
Maiden, whom I so briefly knew
That unto me t...
When the wrongs of peace grow mighty,
They be...
In memory of Ulysses S. Grant When all the sky...
In spring when branches of woodbine
Hung leafl...
August 24, A.D. 79. Widespread the centuries,...