Inscription (Francis Thompson Poems)
When the last stir of bubbling melodiesBroke as my chants sank underneath the waveOf dulcitude, but sank again to riseWhere ...
When the last stir of bubbling melodiesBroke as my chants sank underneath the waveOf dulcitude, but sank again to riseWhere ...
Oh, quickly rise, Thou lovely and most welcome Moon! Look into my sad eyes, Ere sober Night too quickly hies;- ...
She entered to the courtroom, and took the prisoners' stand;Her filmy gown was yellow as the primrose in her hand;Her ...
A hundred mares, all white! their manesLike mace-reed of the marshy plainsThick-tufted, wavy, free o' the ...
Hear Mr. Bulwer as he talks. You might think he was so cheerful. That smile took him ages to get ...
THE fierce exulting worlds, the motes in rays, The churlish thistles, scented briers, The wind-swept bluebells on the sunny ...
CONQUERORS leonine, lordly, Princes and vaunting kings, Ye are drunk with the sound of your braggart trumps -- But lo! ...
Troop home to silents grots and caves!Troop home! And mimic as you goThe mournful winding of the wavesWhich to their ...
Full of wrath was Hiawatha When he came into the village, Found the people in confusion, Heard of all the ...
In those days the Evil Spirits, All the Manitos of mischief, Fearing Hiawatha's wisdom, And his love for Chibiabos, Jealous ...
On the Mountains of the Prairie, On the great Red Pipe-stone Quarry, Gitche Manito, the mighty, He the Master of ...
To the Heavens above us O look and behold The Planets that love us All harnessed in gold! What chariots, ...
There never was a face as fair as yours, A heart as true, a love as pure and keen. These ...
There never was a face as fair as yours, A heart as true, a love as pure and keen. These ...
I AM that which began; Out of me the years roll; Out of me God and man; I am equal ...
In the grey beginning of years, in the twilight of things that began, The word of the earth in the ...
Do you remember once, in Paris of glad faces, The night we wandered off under the third moon's rays And, ...
1 Ye heavenly spirits, whose ashy cinders lie Under deep ruins, with huge walls opprest, But not your praise, the ...
My soul is an enchanted boat, Which, like a sleeping swan, doth float Upon the silver waves of thy sweet ...
SCENE.--A Ravine of Icy Rocks in the Indian Caucasus. Prometheus is discovered bound to the Precipice. Panthea and Ione areseated ...
As once the winged energy of delight carried you over childhood's dark abysses, now beyond your own life build the ...
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