The Sign (Frederic Manning Poems)
We are here in a wood of little beeches: And the leaves are like black lace Against a sky of ...
We are here in a wood of little beeches: And the leaves are like black lace Against a sky of ...
And shall the living waters heed our vain desire, insensate Art! and fill the common dust I knead upgather'd from ...
All rank on rank the tall white lillies stood, The graceful palms against the rose-flushed skyShowed gemmed with dew-drops, and ...
I AM inebriate with the sunlight's golden wine, And I would love with an insensate fury! Let me drain ...
NOT that on me the Cyprian fury fell,Last martyr of my love-ensanguined race;Not that my children drop the averted faceWhen ...
I see thine image through my tears to-night,And yet to-day I saw thee smiling. HowRefer the cause?—Beloved, is it thouOr ...
Where are the ships I used to know, That came to port on the Fundy tide Half a century ago, ...
THE FRIEND whom, wild from Wisdom's way, The fumes of wine infuriate send, (Not moony madness more astray) Who but ...
I see thine image through my tears to-night, And yet to-day I saw thee smiling. How Refer the cause?-Beloved, is ...
The rain's cold grains are silver-gray Sharp as golden sands, A bell is clanging, people sway Hanging by their hands. ...
It is full summer now, the heart of June; Not yet the sunburnt reapers are astir Upon the upland meadow ...
This English Thames is holier far than Rome, Those harebells like a sudden flush of sea Breaking across the woodland, ...
POET. O A NEW song, a free song, Flapping, flapping, flapping, flapping, by sounds, by voices clearer, By the wind's ...
"Deny your God!" they ringed me with their spears; Blood-crazed were they, and reeking from the strife; Hell-hot their hate, ...
The lonely sunsets flare forlorn Down valleys dreadly desolate; The lordly mountains soar in scorn As still as death, as ...
I ran a nail into my hand, The wound was hard to heal; So bitter was the pain to stand ...
In the little Crimson Manual it's written plain and clear That who would wear the scarlet coat shall say good-bye ...
I Flat as a drum-head stretch the haggard snows; The mighty skies are palisades of light; The stars are blurred; ...
Between me and the sunset, like a dome Against the glory of a world on fire, Now burned a sudden ...
(For Rossana Sironi) You should not have ripped out your image taken from us, from the world, a portion of ...
All night the dreadless Angel, unpursued, Through Heaven's wide champain held his way; till Morn, Waked by the circling Hours, ...
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