Beauty (George Sterling Poems)
The fairest things seem ever loneliest: The whitest lily ever blooms alone, And purest winds from widest seas are flown.High on her ...
The fairest things seem ever loneliest: The whitest lily ever blooms alone, And purest winds from widest seas are flown.High on her ...
November is that historied Emperor,Conquered in age, but foot to foot with fate,Who from his refuge high has heard the ...
I dreamed that Milton's spirit rose, and tookFrom life's green tree his Uranian lute;And from his touch sweet thunder flowed, ...
Heroes of elder days! untaught to yield,Who bled for Spain on many an ancient field;Ye, that around the oaken cross ...
'TIS past! The sultry tyrant of the southHas spent his short-liv'd rage; more grateful hoursMove silent on; the skies no ...
These are the women whom no man has loved. Year after year, day after day has moved These hearts with ...
It is not over yet-the fightWhere those immortal dreamers failed.They stormed the citadels of night,And the night praised them-and prevailed.So ...
BACK UP Old Age and Wrinkled Face,Come, Selfish Grown-Up, quit the place,You Pessimist, depart!Now, Gloomy Gus and Doleful Frown,There is ...
'Twas long ago, in the summer-time, On a day as sad as this, That I laid my babe in ...
India--whose enameled page unrolled Like autumn's gilded pageant, 'neath a sun That withers not for ancient ...
Brooding he dreams his age-long dream:He sees not London's pouring streamAround him, with these eyes that seemAs if for aye ...
749All but Death, can be Adjusted -Dynasties repaired -Systems - settled in their Sockets -Citadels - dissolved -Wastes of Lives ...
Rising from our rest up to the citadels at the ramparts for the dawning watching, away for the new thing ...
NO master sage, nor orator I know, Who can success, like gentle Cupid show; His ways and arguments are pleasing ...
All but Death, can be Adjusted -- Dynasties repaired -- Systems -- settled in their Sockets -- Citadels -- dissolved ...
Reubens, river of forgetfulness, garden of sloth, Pillow of wet flesh that one cannot love, But where life throngs and ...
(Newdigate prize poem recited in the Sheldonian Theatre Oxford June 26th, 1878. To my friend George Fleming author of 'The ...
I From you, Beethoven, Bach, Mozart, The substance of my dreams took fire. You built cathedrals in my heart, And ...
WHETHER upon the garden seat You lounge with your uplifted feet Under the May's whole Heaven of blue; Or whether ...
It seemed that out of the battle I escaped Down some profound dull tunnel, long since scooped Through granites which ...
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