The Poppy (Francis Thompson Poems)
'To Monica'Summer set lip to earth's bosom bare,And left the flushed print in a poppy there:Like a yawn of fire ...
'To Monica'Summer set lip to earth's bosom bare,And left the flushed print in a poppy there:Like a yawn of fire ...
When the fitful fever of the soul Is awakened in thee first;And thou goest like Judah's children forth, To slake ...
"HOPE, whose weak Being ruin'd is, Alike if it succeed, and if it miss ; Whom Good or Ill does ...
DEAR smoky Birmingham, since long ago I left your native streets, my heart and hope Have been with those dense ...
Away, away! bear me away, away, Into the boundless void, thou mighty wind! That rushest on thy midnight ...
Poor melancholy bird—-that all night long Tell'st to the Moon, thy tale of tender woe; From what sad cause can ...
Beloved, when I saw thee sleeping there,And watched the tender curving of thy mouth,The cheek, our home of kisses, the ...
BE frank with me, and I accept my lot; But deal not with me as a grieving child, Who for ...
Good aged Bale, that with thy hoary hairsDost yet persist to turn the painful book,O happy man, that hast obtained ...
What is thy thought of me? What is thy feeling? Lov'st thou the veil of sense, Or its revealing? Leav'st ...
Oh all ye, who pass by, whose eyes and mind To worldly things are sharp, but to me blind; To ...
Only a little more I have to write: Then I'll give o'er, And bid the world good-night. 'Tis but a ...
TO THE HONOURED MR ENDYMION PORTER, GROOM OF THE BED-CHAMBER TO HIS MAJESTY Sweet country life, to such unknown, Whose ...
Now thou hast loved me one whole day, Tomorrow when thou leav'st, what wilt thou say? Wilt thou then antedate ...
THE PUDDING MASTER OF STANLEY BASIN Tree, snow and rock beginnings, the mountain in back of the lake promised us ...
I 'Tis done -- but yesterday a King! And arm'd with Kings to strive -- And now thou art a ...
Poor melancholy bird---that all night long Tell'st to the Moon, thy tale of tender woe; From what sad cause can ...
I O THOU, that sit'st upon a throne, With harp of high majestic tone, To praise the King of kings; ...
In truth, oh Love, with what a boyish kind Thou doest proceed in thy most serious ways: That when the ...
I SEND to you, commissioners, A paper that may please ye, sirs (For troth they say it might be worse ...
Kind solace in a dying hour! Such, father, is not (now) my theme- I will not madly deem that power ...
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