somethingdarker | Potential Titles: Alfred B. Street

That throw a network glow - Alfred B. Street "At Rest"

The hemlock spread my fragrant bed - Alfred B. Street "At Rest"

The black mountain eagle drinking the sun - Alfred B. Street "At Rest"

From my fount of shadowy glass - Alfred B. Street "The Ausable"

The lean wolf laps my flow - Alfred B. Street "The Ausable"

In my jagged cradle heard - Alfred B. Street "The Ausable"

And laugh in the open blue - Alfred B. Street "The Ausable"

Where our sharp, sworded lightning cut sudden - Alfred B. Street "Averill's Raid" [The Continental Monthly v.6 no.3, Sept. 1864]

Homestead and harvest had vanished in fire - Alfred B. Street "Averill's Raid" [The Continental Monthly v.6 no.3, Sept. 1864]

Launched forth their fleet legions to capture and kill - Alfred B. Street "Averill's Raid" [The Continental Monthly v.6 no.3, Sept. 1864]

The red torch of the day - Alfred B. Street "The Bell Owl"

When the bark of the black fox is heard - Alfred B. Street "The Bell Owl"

And the black cat seeks prey - Alfred B. Street "The Bell Owl"

In the delicate snow of the moon - Alfred B. Street "The Bell Owl"

Shouts to the hovering eagle - Alfred B. Street "Buttermilk Falls: Racket River"

On his ear a low rumble - Alfred B. Street "Buttermilk Falls: Racket River"

The bold shout of the torrent - Alfred B. Street "Buttermilk Falls: Racket River"

Sky-pictures of silver and sapphire - Alfred B. Street "Buttermilk Falls: Racket River"

In chaos of frantic wrath - Alfred B. Street "The Cataract"

The grand roar of thy anthem - Alfred B. Street "The Cataract"

Throne for the thunder - Alfred B. Street "The Devil's Pulpit: Tupper's Lake"

Cleft in each century's shock - Alfred B. Street "The Devil's Pulpit: Tupper's Lake"

Blacker the great crag's scowl - Alfred B. Street "The Devil's Pulpit: Tupper's Lake"

The fierce storm-lion's distant growl - Alfred B. Street "The Devil's Pulpit: Tupper's Lake"

Wild crag and wild storm - Alfred B. Street "The Devil's Pulpit: Tupper's Lake"

When the wave rolls black with storm - Alfred B. Street "The Loon: Tupper's Lake"

With eye of wild and flashing crimson - Alfred B. Street "The Loon: Tupper's Lake"

Thus sailed the brindled loon - Alfred B. Street "The Loon: Tupper's Lake"

Before the eagle furls his pinion - Alfred B. Street "The Loon: Tupper's Lake"

Blots the shoal with golden apples - Alfred B. Street "The Loon: Tupper's Lake"

Long after bitter chills - Alfred B. Street "The Loon: Tupper's Lake"

Russet dons the deer - Alfred B. Street "The Loon: Tupper's Lake"

Through the elm's cathedral - Alfred B. Street "The Lower Saranac"

Deaden the might of the gale - Alfred B. Street "My Canoe"

Steals on the deer in his grazing - Alfred B. Street "My Canoe"

The pine-tree's soft melody - Alfred B. Street "My Canoe"

The lute of the deep - Alfred B. Street "My Canoe"

When Summer wakens the forest depths - Alfred B. Street "One of the 'Southern Tier of Counties'" [Graham's Magazine v.XXII no.12, Dec. 1848]

With his deep bassoon chimes in the frog - Alfred B. Street "One of the 'Southern Tier of Counties'" [Graham's Magazine v.XXII no.12, Dec. 1848]

Sunlight drops its gold upon the moss - Alfred B. Street "One of the 'Southern Tier of Counties'" [Graham's Magazine v.XXII no.12, Dec. 1848]

Where the starving crow would pass - Alfred B. Street "One of the 'Southern Tier of Counties'" [Graham's Magazine v.XXII no.12, Dec. 1848]

Disdaining to arrest his flight - Alfred B. Street "One of the 'Southern Tier of Counties'" [Graham's Magazine v.XXII no.12, Dec. 1848]

Plunging headlong in some hollow's lap - Alfred B. Street "One of the 'Southern Tier of Counties'" [Graham's Magazine v.XXII no.12, Dec. 1848]

Sweeps the forest fragments on its roaring path - Alfred B. Street "One of the 'Southern Tier of Counties'" [Graham's Magazine v.XXII no.12, Dec. 1848]

The gnomes in thy bordering gloom - Alfred B. Street "Racket River"

The spell of tree, wave, and dell - Alfred B. Street "Racket River"

First of the village sounds was heard - Alfred B. Street "The Smithy" [The Knickerbocker Feb. 1844]

With anvil, chain, and iron bar - Alfred B. Street "The Smithy" [The Knickerbocker Feb. 1844]

Horse-shoes on the ceiling-rafters hung - Alfred B. Street "The Smithy" [The Knickerbocker Feb. 1844]

In the sable depths of the mine - Alfred B. Street "The Song of the Axe"

Like barnacles to a ship - Alfred B. Street "The Song of the Axe"

That fierce and merciless forge - Alfred B. Street "The Song of the Axe"

Made me turn liquid with sorrow - Alfred B. Street "The Song of the Axe"

The welcome shape of the axe - Alfred B. Street "The Song of the Axe"

For the axe was made for slaughter - Alfred B. Street "The Song of the Axe"

Keen, clear, flashing teeth of steel - Alfred B. Street "The Song of the Axe"

Amidst onions, and turnips, and tape - Alfred B. Street "The Song of the Axe"

Danced in the liquid wind - Alfred B. Street "The Song of the Axe"

The strong arm of the oak - Alfred B. Street "The Song of the Axe"

Bargain for a keg of apple-sauce - Alfred B. Street "The Song of the Axe"

The blood of my father the oak - Alfred B. Street "The Song of the Axe"

From the knotted feet of the pine-trees - Alfred B. Street "The Song of the Axe"

Awaiting his summons to go - Alfred B. Street "The Song of the Axe"

The bright land of his hopes - Alfred B. Street "The Song of the Axe"

Whose feet seemed shod with wind - Alfred B. Street "The Song of the Axe"

In the deepest nook of my heart - Alfred B. Street "The Song of the Axe"

Frowns black to the battling storm - Alfred B. Street "The Storm Mountain"

The lily lifts its creamy cup - Alfred B. Street "The Upper Saranac"

Steep crags with thunders rimmed - Alfred B. Street "The Upper Saranac"

When the fir-tree dreams - Alfred B. Street "The Waterfall"

Of the motionless August hour - Alfred B. Street "The Waterfall"

The bridge of the spanning pine-tree - Alfred B. Street "The Waterfall"

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