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The Wood-Spring To The Poet by Duncan Campbell Scott

Dawn-cool, dew-cool Gleams the surface of my pool Bird haunted, fern enchanted, Where but tempered spirits rule; Stars do not trace their mystic lines In my confines; I take a double night within my breast A night of darkened heavens, … Continue reading

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The Purple Valleys by Madison Julius Cawein

Far in the purple valleys of illusion I see her waiting, like the soul of music, With deep eyes, lovelier than cerulean pansies, Shadow and fire, yet merciless as poison; With red lips, sweeter than Arabian storax, Yet bitterer than … Continue reading

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Summer by HP Nichols

Tis Summer, I know by the blue of the sky; By the trees’ deeper green, as beneath them I lie; And more than all these, by the lovely wild rose That now in the woodland its pink blossom shows. Now … Continue reading

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The Musical Ass by Tomas de Iriarte y Oropesa

The fable which I now present, Occurred to me by accident: And whether bad or excellent, Is merely so by accident. A stupid ass this morning went Into a field by accident: And cropped his food, and was content, Until … Continue reading

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The Rattlesnake by John Charles McNeill

Coiled like a clod, his eyes the home of hate, Where rich the harvest bows, he lies in wait, Linking earth’s death and music, mate with mate. Is ‘t lure, or warning?    Those small bells may sing Like Ariel sirens, poised … Continue reading

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The Way of the World by Henry Lawson

When fairer faces turn from me, And gayer friends grow cold, And I have lost through poverty The friendship bought with gold; When I have served the selfish turn Of some all-worldly few, And Folly’s lamps have ceased to burn, … Continue reading

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The Sea-King. by Madison Julius Cawein

1 In green sea-caverns dim, Deep down, A monarch pale and slim, Whose soul’s a frown, He ruleth cold and grim In foamy crown: In green sea-caverns dim, Deep down. 2 He hears the Mermaid sing So sad! Far off … Continue reading

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