The Passing Of Night (E J Rupert Atkinson Poems)
BEYOND and on each side the sombre seaThat sways and stretches to the distant skyTinged with approaching dawn; andshadowed o'erAnd ...
BEYOND and on each side the sombre seaThat sways and stretches to the distant skyTinged with approaching dawn; andshadowed o'erAnd ...
I took it for a bird of prey that soaredHigh over ocean, battled mount, and plain;'Twas but a bird-moth, which ...
Something is very gently, invisibly, silently, pulling at me-a thread or net of threads finer than cobweb and as elastic. ...
Bursting forth, blooming before our eyes not some truly gradual even, unfurling more like water boiling, suddenly, urgently seemingly going ...
The page opens to snow on a field: boot-holed month, black hour the bottle in your coat half voda half ...
Once, and but once found in thy company, All thy supposed escapes are laid on me; And as a thief ...
Always for the first time Hardly do I know you by sight You return at some hour of the night ...
Beneath that loved and celebrated breast, silent, bored really blindly veined, grieves, maybe lives and lets live, passes bets, something ...
As evening falls, The walls grow luminous and warm, the walls Tremble and glow with the lives within them moving, ...
As Parmigianino did it, the right hand Bigger than the head, thrust at the viewer And swerving easily away, as ...
Never seek to tell thy love Love that never told can be; For the gentle wind does move Silently, invisibly. ...
Never seek to tell thy love, Love that never told can be; For the gentle wind doth move Silently, invisibly. ...
Never seek to tell thy love, Love that never told can be; For the gentle wind doth move Silently, invisibly. ...
1 SUDDENLY, out of its stale and drowsy lair, the lair of slaves, Like lightning it le'pt forth, half startled ...
1 I walk'd the other day, to spend my hour, 2 Into a field, 3 Where I sometimes had seen ...
WHAT best I see in thee, Is not that where thou mov'st down history's great highways, Ever undimm'd by time ...
Swift as a spirit hastening to his task Of glory & of good, the Sun sprang forth Rejoicing in his ...
And doth not a meeting like this make amends For all the long years I've been wandering away -- To ...
The windless northern surge, the sea-gull's scream, And Calvin's kirk crowning the barren brae. I think of Giotto the Tuscan ...
To make a final conquest of all me, Love did compose so sweet an Enemy, In whom both Beauties to ...
O, for that warning voice, which he, who saw The Apocalypse, heard cry in Heaven aloud, Then when the Dragon, ...
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