Gaunt Famine, with hollow cheek and voice, arose and spoke,—‘O, Prince, I have stalked the earth,And my victims by ten thousands I have slain,I have smitten old and young.Mouths of the helpless old moaning for bread, I have filled with dust;And I have laughed to see a crying babe tug at the shriveling breastOf its…
You better run,Brudder ‘Possum, run!Mockin’ bird commence to call,You better run, Brudder ‘Possum, git out de way!You better run, Brudder’Possum, git out de way!Run some whar an’ hide!Ole moon am sinkin’Down behin’ de tree.Ole Eph am thinkin’An’ chuckelin’ wid glee.Ole Tige am blinkin’An’ frisky as kin be,Yo’ chances, Brudder ‘Possum,Look mighty slim to me.Run, run,…
A land, by night, of jeweled skies, by day, of shores that glistened bright,Within whose arms, outstretched and white, a sapphire sea lay crescent-wise.Where twilight fell like silver floss, where rose, the golden moon half-hidBehind a shadowy pyramid; a land beneath the Southern Cross.And there the days dreamed in their flight, each one a poem…
An ominous stillness fills the night,A pause — a hush.At last, a sound that breaks the spell,Loud, clanging mouthings of a bell,That through the silence peal and swell,And roll, and rush.What does this brazen tongue declare,That falling on the midnight airBrings to my heart a sense of careAkin to fright?‘Tis telling that the year is…
He had created life and love and heartOn canvas, from mere color, curve and line.Silent I stood and made no move or sign;Not with the crowd, but reverently apart;Nor felt the power my rooted limbs to start,But mutely gazed upon that face divine.And over me the sense of beauty fell,As music over a raptured listener…
When in a sweet, embowered gardenShe, the fairest of the goddesses,The lovely Venus,Roamed amongst the roses white and red.She sought for flowersTo make a garlandFor her golden head.Snow-white roses, blood-red roses,In that sweet garden close,Offered incense to the goddess:Both the white and the crimson rose.White roses, red roses, blossoming:But the fair Venus knewThe crimson roses…
With comrades around him lying,A trooper of the sable TenthLay wounded, bleeding, dying.First in the charge up the fort-crowned hill,His company’s guidon bearing,He had rushed where the leaden hail fell fast,Not death nor danger fearing.He fell in the front where the fight grew fierce,Still faithful in life’s last labor;Black though his skin, yet his heart…
O’er which, to sound their glamouring haze,A man might bend, and vainly gaze.Her eyes, twin pools so dark and deep,In which life’s ancient mysteries sleep;Wherein, to seek the quested goal,A man might plunge, and lose his soul.
As they speed with noiseless wingingTheir ever westward flight.I hear the waves still fallingOn the stretch of lonely shore,But the sound of a sweet voice callingI shall hear, alas! no more.
De owl is set’n high up in de tree;De little stars am twinklin’ wid a sof’ light,De night seems only jes fu’ you an’ me.Thoo de trees de breezes am a-sighin’,Breathin’ out a sort o’ lover’s croon,Der’s nobody lookin’ or a-spyin’,Nobody but de owl an’ de moon.Nobody’s lookin’ but de owl an’ de moon,An’ de…
