A Brother Of The Battuti (Arthur Symons Poems)
Shed, sinful flesh, these tears of blood,For all thy vileness all too few;Wash out, O holy healing flood,The sins that ...
Shed, sinful flesh, these tears of blood,For all thy vileness all too few;Wash out, O holy healing flood,The sins that ...
Only to live, only to beIn Venice, is enough for me.To be a beggar, and to lieAt home beneath the ...
O Lethe, hidden waters never dry,We, all we weary and heavy-laden, cry,O Lethe, let us find thee and forget!--All we ...
IWhen the sobbing lute complains,Grieving for an ancient sorrow,This poor sorrow that remainsFain would borrow,To give pleading unto sorrow,Those uncapturable ...
Kicking my heels in the street,Here at the edge of the pavement I wait for you, sweet,Here in the crowd, ...
The shadows of the gaslit wingsCome softly crawling down our way;Before the curtain someone sings,The music sounds from far away;I ...
If I could know but when and whyThis piece of thoughtless dust beginsTo think, and straightway I am I,And these ...
TO YVETTE GUILBERTThat was Yvette. The blithe AmbassadeursGlitters, this Sunday of the F(Arthur Symons)
I will go my ways from the city, and then, maybe,My heart shall forget one woman's voice, and her lips;I ...
The pale moon shining from a pallid skyLit half the street, and over half she laidHer folded mantle; through the ...
You were a child, and liked me, yesterday.To-day you are a woman, and perhapsThose softer eyes betoken the sweet lapseOf ...
As a perfume doth remainIn the folds where it hath lain,So the thought of you, remainingDeeply folded in my brain,Will ...
The grey-green stretch of sandy grass,Indefinitely desolate;A sea of lead, a sky of slate;Already autumn in the air, alas!One stark ...
Out of the night of the sea,Out of the turbulent night,A sharp and hurrying windScourges the waters white:The terror by ...
Night, and the silence of the night,In Venice; far away, a song;As if the lyric water madeItself a serenade;As if ...
THE BODY Call in the dancers. THE SOUL All is vain. We live, and living is the pain We die ...
I Love now, my heart, there is but now to love; Seek nothing more, but let it be enough That ...
To SAROJINI NAIDU A YOUTH OF SHEBA. THE QUEEN OF SHEBA. THE HERALD. ...
FAUSTUS Why am I fettered with eternal change? I follow after changeless love, and find Nothing but change; I seek, ...
Is it the petals falling from the rose? For in the silence I can hear a sound Nearer than mine ...
I dreamed that the Chimaera came, A wandering angel, white with flame From some cloud's height or moonless deep, And ...
OTHO A word, Poppaea! POPPAEA I will speak with you If you will speak for kindness; but your brows Are ...
I Under the trees in the dell. Here by the side of the stream, Were it not pleasant to dream, ...
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 The eyes, that, having seen the saintly light Blossom white-petalled out of a white sea In a miraculous rose ...
I am the prisoner of my love of you. I pace my soul, as prisoned culprits do, You Stand like ...
These are the women whom no man has loved. Year after year, day after day has moved These hearts with ...
My little slave! Wouldst thou escape me? Only in the grave, be poison to thee, honey-sweet, And, my poison having ...
The mirror of men's eyes delights me less, mirror, than the friend I find in thee; Thou loves!:, as I ...
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