Festus – XXX (Philip James Bailey Poems)
Thence earthward tending, first we make the sun;Where, as at rest in light, a mediate point,A bright effect original of ...
Thence earthward tending, first we make the sun;Where, as at rest in light, a mediate point,A bright effect original of ...
THE pine-trees lift their dark bewildered eyes--Or so I deem--up to the clouded skies;No breeze, no faintest breeze, is heard ...
WHILE others, lost in pleasure's guilty round, Blast the glad season of their fleeting youth,Let me in solitary joys abound, Fond of ...
THE firelight danced and waveredIn elvish, twinkling gleeOn the leaves and crimson berriesOf the great green Christmas Tree;And the children ...
Th'imprison'd winds slumber within their cavesFast bound: the fickle vane, emblem of change,Wavers no more, long-settling to a point.All nature ...
WHEN I am gone, what alien steps shall treadThis flowery garden-close?What alien hands shall pluck the violets sweet,Or gather the ...
I.IT glooms forlornly 'mid wan ocean dunes,A desolate grave-mound on a dreary lea,Touched by sad splendors of gray-misted moons,Or veiled ...
O DEEP grave eyes! that long have seemed to gazeOn our low level from far loftier days,O grand gray head! ...
IN museful hours, when thoughts of grace divineRoll wave-like up the stormless strand of dreams;--When that which is grows vague ...
I VERSE a Settler's Tale of the old times,-One told me by our friend, the kindly sage,Old Egremont, who then ...
IF ever I in Rome should dwell-- Rome, the desired of all my heart-- Amidst that world loved long and ...
IThe Tyrant passed, and friendlier was his eyeOn the great man of Athens, whom for foeHe knew, than on the ...
The Snowdrop is the prophet of the flowers; It lives and dies upon its bed of snows; And like a ...
As lovers, banished from their lady's faceAnd hopeless of her grace,Fashion a ghostly sweetness in its place,Fondly adoreSome stealth-won cast ...
Midway the hill of science, after steepAnd rugged paths that tire the' unpractised feet,A grove extends; in tangled mazes wrought,And ...
Melpomene among her livid people,Ere stroke of lyre, upon Thaleia looks,Warned by old contests that one museful rippleAlong those lips ...
As lovers, banished from their lady's face And hopeless of her grace, Fashion a ghostly sweetness in its place, Fondly ...
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