James Edwin Campbell

(1867-1896 / the United States)

James Edwin Campbell Poems

1. A Love Dream 9/28/2010
2. A Memory Tone 9/28/2010
3. A Night In June 9/28/2010
4. A Song 9/28/2010
5. Amici Tres 9/28/2010
6. Before The Fire 9/28/2010
7. Bird-Song 9/28/2010
8. Bohemian Ups And Downs 9/28/2010
9. Compensation 9/28/2010
10. De Cunjah Man 9/28/2010
11. De 'sprise Pa'Ty 9/28/2010
12. Eclipse 9/28/2010
13. Linkum 9/28/2010
14. Mary Of Magdala 9/28/2010
15. Mobile-Buck 9/28/2010
16. Mors Et Vita 9/28/2010
17. My Fisher Lass 9/28/2010
18. My Friends In Bohemia 9/28/2010
19. Negro Lullaby 9/28/2010
20. Negro Serenade 9/28/2010
21. O, Sweetheart, Sweet 9/28/2010
22. Ol' Doc' Hyar 9/28/2010
23. Quatrains 9/28/2010
24. Reincarnation 9/28/2010
25. Richard Iii 9/28/2010
26. Saturday Night At Heinrich's 9/28/2010
27. Sciplinin' Sister Brown 9/28/2010
28. Serenade Song 9/28/2010
29. Some Day Land 9/28/2010
30. Song Of The Corn 9/28/2010
31. The Church Rally 9/28/2010
32. The Courting Of Miss Lady-Bug 9/28/2010
33. The Hawk 9/28/2010
34. The Pariah 9/28/2010
35. The Point Of View 9/28/2010
36. Through October Fields 9/28/2010
37. Twice The Maple Blushes 9/28/2010
38. Uncle Eph Backslides 9/28/2010
39. Uncle Eph--Epicure 9/28/2010
40. Uncle Eph's Banjo Song 9/28/2010

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Richard Iii

I see thy smile; at times, May's warm, young sun,
At times, December's cold and threat'ning sky;
Thy woman's hand aplucking at thy sword,
The lightning lurking in thy deep-set eye.
Alone, thy face a stage whereon doth play
Ambition, Hate, Lust, Murder; flitting out
And in the gloomy wings of thy dark soul -
A fearsome and a most unholy rout!
And yet withal a kingly look oft-times
Conveys an air of high-born royalty
That overshadows all thine awful crimes
And stamps e'en them somewhat with majesty.
Liar, Traitor, Murd'rer through all thy life -
Hero and ...

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A Night In June

'What so rare as a day in June?'
O poet, hast thou never known
A night in rose-voluptuous June?
High over all a broad, full moon,
Grey broken clouds that sink and swoon
In floods of light,
Which down the sky's vast steepness pour,
Niagara in all save roar -
Sound lost in sight!

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