Infinitely (Emile Verhaeren Poems)
The hounds of despair, the hounds of the autumnal wind,Gnaw with their howling the black echoes of evenings.The darkness, immensely, ...
The hounds of despair, the hounds of the autumnal wind,Gnaw with their howling the black echoes of evenings.The darkness, immensely, ...
At morn-a mountain ne'er to be climbed o'er, A horn of plenty, lengthening evermore; At noon-the countless hour-sands ...
In Lyonesse was beauty enough, men say: Long Summer loaded the orchards to excess, And fertile lowlands lengthening far away, ...
You ask me for a sonnet. Ah, my Dear, Can clocks tick back to yesterday at noon? Can cracked and ...
HER hands are cold; her face is white; No more her pulses come and go; Her eyes are shut to ...
Ablaze in its dying the sun sank ever closer to the water's edge fire on the surface of the bay ...
Frozen in her icy grasp captured in the frigid stillness coated by layer on layer a blanket of white, of ...
I count my treasures o'er with care.-- The little toy my darling knew, A little sock of faded hue, A ...
In pious times, ere priest-craft did begin, Before polygamy was made a sin; When man, on many, multipli'd his kind, ...
I The rutted roads are all like iron; skies Are keen and brilliant; only the oak-leaves cling In the bare ...
Now that I have your face by heart, I look Less at its features than its darkening frame Where quince ...
A Fragment of a Turkish Tale The tale which these disjointed fragments present, is founded upon circumstances now less common ...
Part in peace: is day before us? Praise His Name for life and light; Are the shadows lengthening o'er us? ...
When our two souls stand up erect and strong, Face to face, silent, drawing nigh and nigher, Until the lengthening ...
(Newdigate prize poem recited in the Sheldonian Theatre Oxford June 26th, 1878. To my friend George Fleming author of 'The ...
This English Thames is holier far than Rome, Those harebells like a sudden flush of sea Breaking across the woodland, ...
THOU orb aloft full-dazzling! thou hot October noon! Flooding with sheeny light the gray beach sand, The sibilant near sea ...
See you the towers, that, gray and old, Frown through the sunlight's liquid gold, Steep sternly fronting steep? The Hellespont ...
In Lyonesse was beauty enough, men say: Long Summer loaded the orchards to excess, And fertile lowlands lengthening far away, ...
A Poem for Three Voices Setting: A Maternity Ward and round about FIRST VOICE: I am slow as the world. ...
Oh! the dew-wet grass of the meadow in North Carolina Through which Rebecca followed me wailing, wailing, One child in ...
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