In The Dark Forest (Leigh Gordon Giltner Poems)
The long gray twilight falls and deeper glooms Close round the graying wood that dimmer growsAs dies the Day's last yearning ...
The long gray twilight falls and deeper glooms Close round the graying wood that dimmer growsAs dies the Day's last yearning ...
Her Vivien eyes,--beware! beware!-- Though they be stars, a deadly snare They set beneath her night of hair. Regard them not! lest, drawing ...
I. OF all that men with zeal and ardour chace, Pour'd here and there on life's promiscuous ground,Some points are ...
High on a gorgeous seat, that far out-shoneHenley's gilt tub, or Flecknoe's Irish throne,Or that where on her Curlls the ...
Mean time the Pagan deities, displeas'd To find the public storms so soon appeas'd, Studious attempt by new malicious ways, ...
I pray you this my song to takeNot scornfully, for Boyhood's sake;It is the last, until the dayWhen your kind ...
1Meandering abroad in the Lincolnshire meadows dayDay and day a month perhaps, lying at night lonely,The early September evening administering ...
Nay, Hylas, I have come To where life's landscape takes a western slope, And breezes from the occidental ...
Long, long ago, it seems, this summer mornThat pale-browed April passed with pensive treadThrough the frore woods, and from its ...
_Au chevalier de Pange._ Le navire ?loquent, fils des bois du P?n?e, Qui portait ? Colchos la Gr?ce fortun?e, Craignant ...
I."Through the summer day, through the weary day, We have glided long; Ere we speed to the Night through her ...
I.ON the high road travelling steady,Sure, alert, and ever ready,Prompt to seize all fit occasion,Courting power and wealth and station;One ...
A Triton, drowsy as the god of Sleep, From horn uplifted pours a limpid stream Athwart whose falling drops the ...
I. He was a Grecian lad, who coming home With pulpy figs and wine from Sicily Stood at his galley's ...
It is full summer now, the heart of June; Not yet the sunburnt reapers are astir Upon the upland meadow ...
(Newdigate prize poem recited in the Sheldonian Theatre Oxford June 26th, 1878. To my friend George Fleming author of 'The ...
The Gods are dead: no longer do we bring To grey-eyed Pallas crowns of olive-leaves! Demeter's child no more hath ...
I have no store Of gryphon-guarded gold; Now, as before, Bare is the shepherd's fold. Rubies nor pearls Have I ...
WARBLE me now, for joy of Lilac-time, Sort me, O tongue and lips, for Nature's sake, and sweet life's sake-and ...
This life is all chequer'd with pleasures and woes, That chase one another like waves of the deep -- Each ...
Meanwhile the new-baptized, who yet remained At Jordan with the Baptist, and had seen Him whom they heard so late ...
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