The poetical works of Edmund Clarence Stedman

POETICAL WORKS. Collective Edition of the author’s Poems which have previously appeared, containing “LYRICS AND IDYLS,” “ALICE OF MONMOUTH,” “THE BLAMELESS PRINCE,” etc., etc. U...

Not thus, Ulysses, with a tender word, Pretence of state affairs, soft blandishment, And halt assurances, canst thou evade My heart’s discernment. Think not such a film Hath tou...

Calm, and slowly lifting upward, rose the eastern glory higher, Gilding sea, and shore, and vessel, and the city-crowning spire. Then the sailors shook their canvas to the dryne...

In fallow college days, Tom Harland, We both have known the ways of Yale, And talked of many a nigh and far land, O’er many a famous tap of ale. There still they sing their Gaud...

Yes! on romantic pilgrimage, To the calm piety of Nature’s shrine, Through summer-paths, thou ledst our human-kind, With influence divine. In that orient, elden age, Ere man had...

1. War! war! war! Manning of forts on land and ships for sea; Innumerous lips that speak the righteous wrath Of days which have been and again may be; Flashing of tender eyes di...

Leaning her face on her hand She sat by the side of Hugh, Silently watching him breathe, As a lily curves its grace Over the broken form Of the twin which stood by its side. A g...

Once more on the fallow hillside, as of old, I lie at rest For an hour, while the sunshine trembles through the walnut-tree to the west,— Shakes on the rocks and fragrant ferns,...

“While the men were making cartridges and the women lint; while a large frying-pan, full of melted pewter and lead, destined for the bullet-mould, was smoking over a burning fur...

And for a time the courteous welcome paid The chosen consort, and the people’s joy In the Queen’s joy, kept silent those who weighed The Prince’s make, and sought to find alloy...

That turned the long past over in his mind, Poising its good and evil, while a haze Gathered around him, of that sombre kind Which follows from a place where many days Have seen...

Laura, my darling, the years which have flown Brought few of the prizes I pledged to my own. I said that no sorrow should roughen her way,— Her life should be cloudless, a long...

Thither, ay, thither flee, O dearest friend, From walls wherein we grow so wan and old! The liberal Earth will still her lovers lend Water of life and storied sands of gold. Tho...

“Hearts are mourning in the North, While the sister rivers seek the main, Red with our life-blood flowing forth,— Who shall gather it up again? Though we march to the battle-pla...

O masterful voice of Youth; That will have, like the upland wind, its own wild way! O choral words, that with every season rise Like the warblings of orchard-birds at break of d...

Thou art mine, thou hast come unto me! But thy soul, when I strive to be near it— The innermost fold of thy spirit— Is as far from my grasp, is as free, As the stars from the mo...