Spirit And Flesh (Patience Worth Poems)
Christ! Man! Dusts!Yet upon the day that He hath spokenHangeth the hope of eons that proceed!Christ! Man! Flesh!The mouthing of ...
Christ! Man! Dusts!Yet upon the day that He hath spokenHangeth the hope of eons that proceed!Christ! Man! Flesh!The mouthing of ...
I need no assurance from man. I needNo word of his faith. For me is madeA covenant between my God ...
Oh, man's presumption! It maketh me to smile-Tolerantly, for I am acquaintedWith the mysteries of God.Man moutheth over words,And hangeth ...
And He, the God, is as man,Flesh, substance, else His symbol lies;And He knoweth not the trick!Thus is He less ...
PHYLLIS, ah, Phyllis, my life is a gray day,Few are my years, but my griefs are not few,Ever to youth ...
Priest, is any song-bird stricken? Is one leaf less on the tree?Is this wine less red and royal That the hangman waits ...
Ah! the pleasant time hath vanished, ere our wretched doubtingsbanished,All the graceful spirit-people, children of the earth and sea,Whom in ...
I Secret was the garden; Set i' the pathless awe Where no star its breath can draw. ...
There came a lonely Briton to the town, A solitary Briton with a ...
Soft slept the beautiful autumnIn the heart, on the face of the Lough-Its heart, whose pulses were hush'd,Till you knew ...
From Hugo's 'Feuilles d'Automne'.I love the evenings, passionless and fair, I love the evens,Whether old manor-fronts their ray with golden ...
Merry Christmas! Merry Christmas!I would weave a joyous layFor the loved ones who are absentOn this holy Christmas day;For the ...
See, he sitteth on his mat Sitteth there upright,With the grace with which he sat While he saw the light.Where ...
Ye may tell me of flowers bright and gay,Blooming in Eastern lands away,And of climes beyond the beautiful sea,Where all ...
I love the evenings, passionless and fair, I love the evens, Whether old manor-fronts their ray with golden fulgence leavens, ...
Never any more, While I live, Need I hope to see his face As before. Once his love grown chill, ...
I passed along the water's edge below the humid trees, My spirit rocked in evening light, the rushes round my ...
See, he sitteth on his mat Sitteth there upright, With the grace with which he sat While he saw the ...
You like not that French novel? Tell me why. You think it quite unnatural. Let us see. The actors are, ...
But therewith the sun rose upward and lightened all the earth, And the light flashed up to the heavens from ...
Oft seems the Time a market-town Where many merchant-spirits meet Who up and down and up and down Cry out ...
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