Festus – VIII (Philip James Bailey Poems)
Comes on a quarrel stormy and stern, if brief,'Tween the two foe friends, this demanding whatCannot be;--who immunity shall secure'Gainst ...
Comes on a quarrel stormy and stern, if brief,'Tween the two foe friends, this demanding whatCannot be;--who immunity shall secure'Gainst ...
(Faire naked Amazon) Invincible in force, Earths Martyr, but Heavens Minion, Religions source, The Mistris of the intellect, A Mistris without blemish, or defect. Great Monosyllable, The ...
Lying in bed this morning, just a yearSince our first days, I was trying to assess --Against my natural caution ...
Lying in bed this morning, just a yearSince our first days, I was trying to assess -Against my natural caution ...
Obeisance to the perfect Marpa.I am the Yogi who perceives the Ultimate Truth.In the Origin of the Unborn, I first ...
I was alone with a chair on a plainWhich lost itself in an empty horizon.The plain was flawlessly paved.Nothing, absolutely ...
WHY and Wherefore set out one dayTo hunt for a wild Negation.They agreed to meet at a cool retreatOn the ...
Part IVisions in the SmokeRest, and be thankful! On the verge Of the tall cliff rugged and grey,But whose granite ...
Coelo Musa beat.Hor. Carm. Lib. 4. Od. 8.—Nec meus audetRem tentare pudor, quam Vires serre recusent.Hor. Ep. 1. Lib. 2.I ...
ALAN had preached his sermon--grave, devout, Yet full of lightnings and electric shocks For tender souls who reckoned even doubt ...
On the hill they are crowding together, In the stand they are crushing for room, Like midge-flies they swarm on ...
I My turn to embark. A steep gangplank expects me. An obedient child, I follow my father down. It happens ...
DEAR BOB, you tell me I must write to you,And write in verse a pleasant recreation;But, O, the pen that ...
WHO is the Poet? He who sings Of high, abstruse, and hidden things,-- Or rather he who with a liberal ...
A bit of metaphysics or a psychologic catchWill sit upon my breast all day and scratch and scratch andscratch. Now ...
NO easy matter 'tis to hold, Against its owner's will, the fleece Who troubled by the itching smart Of Cupid's ...
And so I had a glaring revelation, I couldn't find the poet in the man although I read his life ...
Late, late yestreen I saw the new Moon, With the old Moon in her arms ; And I fear, I ...
The Sun, who never stops to dine, Two hours had pass'd the mid-way line, And driving at his usual rate, ...
Content, the false World's best disguise, The search and faction of the Wise, Is so abstruse and hid in night, ...
The Angel ended, and in Adam's ear So charming left his voice, that he a while Thought him still speaking, ...
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