Sonnets Of Old Egypt (John Le Gay Brereton Poems)
I The Sphinx The spires of sand spring up at every gust That bids them dance and scatter and lays them low: He sits ...
I The Sphinx The spires of sand spring up at every gust That bids them dance and scatter and lays them low: He sits ...
From every quarter we, Who bent the trembling knee And cowered or grovelled prostrate day and night, Now come once more to sing A ...
The bulging cloud mounts lazily In shade where sunlight glances through, And sweeping lightly from the tree Melts indolently in the blue. The scanty ...
A singing voice is in my dream The voice of Erskine, on his boulders, Babbling and shouting till he shoulders Stoutly against the ...
Eternal cold of silence, where each sound Dies in its birth, and Death's pale henchmen meet With soft Lethean traps unwary feet Or ...
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