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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
INVOCATION TO THE SPIRIT SAID TO HAUNT WROXALL DOWN, by MARY F. JOHNSON First Line: The solemn moon-beams fall, soft dews distill Last Line: Show me what spirits are, and tell me what they feel. Alternate Author Name(s): Moncrieff, Mary F. Johnson | |||
The solemn moon-beams fall, soft dews distill, While now in pensive mood I lonely walk; Come sullen spirit of the breezy hill, Convince a skeptic, and before me stalk. Skimm'st thou by night the heath's impurpled bloom, To view the rocks abrupt, and white sailed bark, While Luna's rays the sea and coast illume, Gilding stacked farm, woods, meads, and mansioned park? Wast thou a bard enkindling martial rage? Wast thou a mighty chief in combat slain, Still doomed to haunt this once embattled stage, And guard the barrowed urns from aught profane? Come, what thou wast, and what thou art reveal, Show me what spirits are, and tell me what they feel. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE IDIOT GIRL by MARY F. JOHNSON THE VILLAGE MAID by MARY F. JOHNSON THE WIDOW'S REMARRIAGE by MARY F. JOHNSON THUNDER STORM by MARY F. JOHNSON CURTAIN by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON NEBUCHADNEZZAR: OR EATING GRASS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS OUT OF THE OLD HOUSE, NANCY by WILLIAM MCKENDREE CARLETON THE LANDING OF THE PILGRIM FATHERS IN NEW ENGLAND [NOVEMBER 19, 1620] by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS LUCASIA, ROSANIA, AND ORINDA PARTING AT A FOUNTAIN by KATHERINE PHILIPS AUTUMN DAY by RAINER MARIA RILKE |
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