Festus – VII (Philip James Bailey Poems)
A man in love sees wonders naturally.Ours sole,--abnormal gifts but gradual given,Can make participable his starry views,And intuitions spiritual instilled,May ...
A man in love sees wonders naturally.Ours sole,--abnormal gifts but gradual given,Can make participable his starry views,And intuitions spiritual instilled,May ...
From heaven, soul--like, to earth. It is sundown. MarkThe heart's state, empty and collapsed, the world'sVain pleasures leave us in, ...
As in our sky sometimes a vaporous massLow down, shows thunder threatening; while by windsOf happier, if adverse wing fanned, ...
Even while a starMight twinkle twice, or calm, retiring sea,Irresolute yet to leave, his moonlit kissShimmering repeat upon the impassive ...
Not on one plane indeviable, the soulMakes way, but moonlike waveringly as thoughNot to advance for a time content; the ...
Charged by the spirit e'er upwards ripening, manAnd evil, his mightier minister, invadePeaceful, that sacred sphere, the queen of heaven,Whose ...
Follows a starry nightWhere in the talk of man and spirit we seeForeproven, the all--grasping mind's inordinate loveFor marvels, mysteries, ...
All man's acts,Serious or trivial, all man's thoughts perchancePass not unmarked of angel eye, or God's.We know in daytime there ...
Comes on a quarrel stormy and stern, if brief,'Tween the two foe friends, this demanding whatCannot be;--who immunity shall secure'Gainst ...
Our first, our last, by heavenly fates impelled;We again meet; warned by the Spirit progressive, learn,Not man's design, mere compromise ...
On the Opening of the Castle as a Permanent Art Museum.Throw back the gates of time!See, on this rock sublime,The ...
I.She comes! how lovely are her smiles,The ever glorious Morn!Up from old Ocean and his isles,Her rosy chariot borneBy the ...
And Zetland where, betimes, some ruthless wightScaling the scaur, in sport the nests despoilsOf auk or gull; they, crowding clamorous ...
I LOVED her for that she was beautiful;And that to me she seem'd to be all Nature,And all varieties of ...
Read this, world! He who writes is dead to thee,But still lives in these leaves. He spake inspired:Night and day, ...
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