Airs for the Lute (Arthur Symons Poems)
IWhen the sobbing lute complains,Grieving for an ancient sorrow,This poor sorrow that remainsFain would borrow,To give pleading unto sorrow,Those uncapturable ...
IWhen the sobbing lute complains,Grieving for an ancient sorrow,This poor sorrow that remainsFain would borrow,To give pleading unto sorrow,Those uncapturable ...
THE BODY Call in the dancers. THE SOUL All is vain. We live, and living is the pain We die ...
To SAROJINI NAIDU A YOUTH OF SHEBA. THE QUEEN OF SHEBA. THE HERALD. ...
I Love now, my heart, there is but now to love; Seek nothing more, but let it be enough That ...
Lady of the seven sorrows which are love, What sacrificial way First led your feet to, those remoter heights Which, ...
I. S. APOLLINARE IN CLASSE: RAVENNA A temple by the wayside, a shut gate Which no priest enters, going in ...
I am the prisoner of my love of you. I pace my soul, as prisoned culprits do, You Stand like ...
I pray to the old kindness of the Earth, Which is a spirit moving in the world, Closer to life ...
BECAUSE you are fair as souls of the lost are fair, And your eyelids laugh with desire, and your laughing ...
I There are grey hours when I drink of indifference; all things fade Into the grey of a twilight that ...
When I am old, and think of the old days,And warm my hands before a little blaze,Having forgotten love, hope, ...
Lay your head back; and now, kiss me again! Kneel there, and do not kiss me; let me hold Your ...
I hear the melancholy crying of birds in the night Over the long brown wrinkled fields that lie As far ...
A pensive photograph Watches me from the shelf--Ghost of old love, and half Ghost of myself!How the dear waiting eyes ...
When your lips seek my lips they bring That sorrowful and outcast thing My heart home from its wandering. Then, ...
The night was full of wind that ran Like a strong blind distracted man About the fields in the loud ...
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