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Alfred Castner King
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Poetry Listing
Please Note: This list is not comprehensive, but is an ongoing work of the love of poetry.
Within this area you will be able to read, and give your thoughts on the poetry listed.
Please, if you find an error, let me know.
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| | Poem Title | First Lines | Period | # Lines | # Reads | | 1: | A Request. | When close by my bed the Death Angel shall stand | | 16 | 447 | | 2: | A Reverie. | O, tomb of the past | | 32 | 412 | | 3: | An Answer. | When passing years have streaked with frost | | 12 | 461 | | 4: | As The Indian. | Within the wind, my untaught ear | | 12 | 402 | | 5: | As the Shifting Sands of the Desert. | As the shifting sands of the desert | | 33 | 443 | | 6: | Ashes to Ashes, Dust to Dust. | Is there a Death? The light of day | | 24 | 434 | | 7: | Battle Hymn. | Almighty Power! Who through the past | | 18 | 418 | | 8: | Christmas Chimes. | Once more the merry Christmas bells, | | 15 | 449 | | 9: | Deprive This Strange and Complex World. | Deprive this strange and complex world | | 12 | 403 | | 10: | Despair. | Ill fares the heart, when hope has fled; | | 33 | 417 | | 11: | Dying Hymn. | The hour-glass speeds its final sands, | | 12 | 411 | | 12: | Echoes from Galilee. | What means this gathering multitude, | | 120 | 412 | | 13: | Empty are the Mother's Arms. | Ah, empty are the mother's arms | | 8 | 459 | | 14: | Fame. | There is a cliff, no matter where, | | 30 | 374 | | 15: | From A Saxon Legend. | Within a vale in distant Saxony, | | 52 | 388 | | 16: | Gently Lead Me, Star Divine. | Gently lead me, Star Divine, | | 16 | 412 | | 17: | Go, And Sin No More. | When the poor, erring woman sought | | 16 | 431 | | 18: | Grandeur. | I stood at sunrise, on the topmost part | | 193 | 389 | | 19: | Hidden Sorrows. | For some the river of life would seem | | 24 | 399 | | 20: | Hope. | Hope is the shadowy essence of a wish, | | 60 | 394 | | 21: | Humanity's Stream. | I stood upon a crowded thoroughfare, | | 124 | 393 | | 22: | I Think When I Stand in the Presence of Death. | I Think When I Stand in the Presence of Death. | | 16 | 388 | | 23: | If I Have Lived Before. | If I have lived before, some evidence | | 18 | 414 | | 24: | In Deo Fides. | Almighty God! Supreme! Most High! | | 24 | 418 | | 25: | In Mortem Meditare. | As Life's receding sunset fades | | 80 | 425 | | 26: | Life's Mystery | I live, I move, I know not how, nor why, | | 4 | 443 | | 27: | Life's Undercurrent. | Within the precincts of a hospital, | | 42 | 432 | | 28: | Love's Plea. | I love thee, my darling, both now and forever, | | 12 | 411 | | 29: | Metabole. - An Apostrophe To The Moon. | O, silvery moon, fair mistress of the night, | | 444 | 407 | | 30: | Missed. | Pity the child who never feels | | 12 | 433 | | 31: | Mother. - Alpha and Omega. | Mother! Mother! | | 27 | 429 | | 32: | Nature's Child. | I love to tread the solitudes, | | 28 | 431 | | 33: | Nature's Lullaby. - A Mountain Nocturne | In forest shade my couch is made. | | 32 | 397 | | 34: | O, a Beautiful Thing Is the Flower That Fadeth! | O, a Beautiful Thing Is the Flower That Fadeth! | | 8 | 408 | | 35: | Reflections. | On the margin of a lakelet, | | 32 | 434 | | 36: | Shall Love, as the Bridal Wreath, Whither and Die? | Shall love as the bridal wreath, wither and die? | | 10 | 403 | | 37: | Shall Our Memories Live When the Sod Rolls Above Us? | Shall Our Memories Live When the Sod Rolls Above Us? | | 16 | 410 | | 38: | Smiles. | There is the warm, congenial smile, | | 32 | 416 | | 39: | Suggested by a Mountain Eagle. | I gazed at the azure-hued mantle of heaven, | | 28 | 411 | | 40: | The Darker Side. | They say that all nature is smiling and gay, | | 24 | 462 | | 41: | The Fallen Tree. | I passed along a mountain road, | | 36 | 426 | | 42: | The First Storm. | The leafless branch and meadow sere, | | 15 | 418 | | 43: | The Fragrant Perfume of the Flowers. | The fragrant perfume of the flowers, | | 12 | 414 | | 44: | The Legend of St. Regimund. | St. Regimund, e'er he became a saint, | | 134 | 412 | | 45: | The Miner. | Clink! Clink! Clink! | | 40 | 435 | | 46: | The Nations Peril. | I fear the palace of the rich, | | 40 | 408 | | 47: | The Silvery San Juan. | Wherever I wander, my spirit still dwells, | | 36 | 428 | | 48: | The Spirit of freedom is Born of the Mountains. | The spirit of freedom is born of the mountains, | | 8 | 409 | | 49: | The Suicide. | What anguish rankled 'neath that silent breast? | | 36 | 412 | | 50: | The Unknowable. | O! Sun, resplendent in the smiling morn, | | 40 | 395 | | 51: | The Valley of the San Miguel. | In the golden West, by fond Nature blest, | | 40 | 396 | | 52: | There is an Air of Majesty. | There is an air of majesty, | | 18 | 442 | | 53: | They Cannot See the Wreaths We Place. | They cannot see the wreaths we place | | 18 | 417 | | 54: | Think Not that the Heart is Devoid of Emotion. | Think not that the heart is devoid of emotion, | | 12 | 422 | | 55: | Thoughts. | I dug a grave, one smiling April day, | | 18 | 422 | | 56: | To Mother Huberta. | Mother, our greetings be to thee, | | 24 | 412 | | 57: | To the Pines. | Ye sad musicians of the wood, | | 8 | 421 |
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