The Phrygian Rock, that Braves the Storm, by Anacreon
The Phrygian rock, that braves the storm,
Wa...
The Phrygian rock, that braves the storm,
Wa...
Gentle swallow, thou we know
Every year dost ...
Tell me how to punish thee,
For the mischief ...
The sweetest hour in all love's wond'rous story...
Come on then, ye, dwellers by Nature in darkn...
Tread of the thistledown
Lighting on the heath...
In life there's naught
That's true, but Thoug...
The Cormorant builds on a ledge by the sea;
T...
TO MINNIE CUNNINGHAM Skirts like the amber pet...
When dark thy childhood, tears and grief have ...
The moon is a hard white rock
disenchanting
T...
On this spring morning
everything seemed quite...
I have been here before,
But when or how I ca...
Little Rabbit beneath my feet,
curled and so...
What is softer than two snowflakes meeting
In ...
Dawn bird victorious,
Lyrical, glorious,
S...
I "We sail'd beyond the great gates of the Wor...
Alas! She is a tyrant queen--
She fills the wo...
Grey Church! The Twilight's dying fire
Hath fa...
Originally appeared in Voices International
Vo...
The night of ages is passing away,
Yet the da...
AN ARABIAN TALE I In Cairo once there dwelt a...
It was the pleasant harvest time,
When cellar...
Dear Father
I wrote a poem for you once
I wro...
'Tis time to sail--the swallow's note is heard,...