The Light of Asia: Book the Fourth (Edwin Arnold Poems)
But when the days were numbered, then befellThe parting of our Lord — which was to be —Whereby came wailing ...
But when the days were numbered, then befellThe parting of our Lord — which was to be —Whereby came wailing ...
SILENT old gateway! whose two columns stand Like simple monuments on either hand; No trellised iron-work, with pleasant view Of ...
RING, bells! flags, fly! and let the great crowd roar Its ecstasy. Let the hid heart in prayer ...
Fra Paolo, since they say the end is near,And you of all men have the gentlest eyes,Most like our father ...
DawnOn skies still and starlit White lustres take hold,And grey flushes scarlet, And red flashes gold.And sun-glories coverThe rose shed ...
(_Naples-on-the-Gulf_) I Behind me lie the Everglades, The mystic grassy Everglades, Where the moccasin and the ...
Methought the unknown God we seek in vain Grew weary of the evil He had wrought-The piteous litanies of ...
Give over, O sea! You never shall reach Nirvana! Your tides, like the tidal generations, ever shall rise and ...
Alone we stand to solve the doubt,Alone to work salvation out,Casting our helpless hands aboutFor human help, for human cheer,Or ...
THE skies were dark and bright, Like the eyes that I love best, When I looked into the night From ...
Please God, forsake your water and dry bread,And fling the bitter cress you eat aside.Put by your rosary. In Mary's ...
So when he turned Evangelist, see what came,-Writ on his page were stories, with sweet tearsBaptized by all the yearnings ...
I like a church, I like a cowl, I love a prophet of the soul, And on my heart monastic ...
The Morning after Woe -- 'Tis frequently the Way -- Surpasses all that rose before -- For utter Jubilee -- ...
Why can't I keep out of harm's way? Am I so preoccupied, simultaneously looking ahead, concurrently looking behind; concerned to ...
There is fog upon the river, there is mirk upon the town; You can hear the groping ferries as they ...
Sense with keenest edge unusèd, Yet unsteel'd by scathing fire; Lovely feet as yet unbruisèd On the ways of dark ...
Before thy shrine I kneel, an unknown worshipper, Chanting strange hymns to thee and sorrowful litanies, Incense of dirges, prayers ...
At break of day the College Portress came: She brought us Academic silks, in hue The lilac, with a silken ...
The sun sizes it up A fast grey machine Lopes like the wolf Stashed among trees Insouciant as the wind ...
Here let us linger at will and delightsomely hearken Music aeolian of wind in the boughs of pine, Timbrel of ...
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