Thomas Edward Brown Poems (17 Poems)
Lynton Verses (Thomas Edward Brown Poems)
Sweet breeze that sett’st the summer birds a swaying,Dear lambs amid the primrose meadows playingLet me not think!O floods, upon whose brinkThe merry birds are maying,Dream, softly dream! O blessed mother lead meUnsevered from thy girdle – lead me! feed … Continue reading
Ibant Obscur (Thomas Edward Brown Poems)
To-night I saw three maidens on the beach,Dark-robed descending to the sea,So slow, so silent of all speech,And visible to meOnly by that strange drift-light, dim, forlorn,Of the sun’s wreck and clashing surges born. Each after other went,And they were … Continue reading
Vespers (Thomas Edward Brown Poems)
O blackbird, what a boy you are!How you do go it!Blowing your bugle to that one sweet star -How you do blow it!And does she hear you, blackbird boy, so far?or is it wasted breath?‘good Lord! she is so brightTo-night!’The … Continue reading
Pr (Thomas Edward Brown Poems)
Expecting Him, my door was open wide:Then I looked roundIf any lack of service might be found,And saw Him at my side:How entered, by what secret stair,I know not, knowing only He was there. (Thomas Edward Brown)
Opifex (Thomas Edward Brown Poem)
As I was carving images from clouds, And tinting them with soft ethereal dyes Pressed from the pulp of dreams, one comes, and cries:– “Forbear!” and all my heaven with gloom enshrouds. “Forbear!” Thou hast no tools wherewith to essay … Continue reading
I bended unto me a Bough (Thomas Edward Brown Poem)
I bended unto me a bough of May, That I might see and smell: It bore it in a sort of way, It bore it very well. But, when I let it backward sway, Then it were hard to tell … Continue reading
Ibant Obscur? (Thomas Edward Brown Poem)
To-night I saw three maidens on the beach, Dark-robed descending to the sea, So slow, so silent of all speech, And visible to me Only by that strange drift-light, dim, forlorn, Of the sun’s wreck and clashing surges born. Each … Continue reading
Salve! (Thomas Edward Brown Poem)
TO live within a cave–it is most good; But, if God make a day, And some one come, and say, ‘Lo! I have gather’d faggots in the wood!’ E’en let him stay, And light a fire, and fan a temporal … Continue reading
Specula (Thomas Edward Brown Poem)
When He appoints to meet thee, go thou forth- It matters not If south or north, Bleak waste or sunny plot. Nor think, if haply He thou seek’st be late, He does thee wrong. To stile or gate Lean thou … Continue reading
Risus Dei (Thomas Edward Brown Poem)
Methinks in Him there dwells alway A sea of laughter very deep, Where the leviathans leap, And little children play, Their white feet twinkling on its crisped edge; But in the outer bay The strong man drives the wedge Of … Continue reading
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