Winter Aconit (Robert Henry Forster Poems)
ITHE year hath turned, and daily grows the light:The garden stirs and wakens from its sleep,And tiny spikes of green ...
ITHE year hath turned, and daily grows the light:The garden stirs and wakens from its sleep,And tiny spikes of green ...
beside me in this gardenare huge and daisy-like(why not? are notoxeye daisies a chrysanthemum?),shrubby and thick-stalked,the leaves pointing upthe stems ...
Earth has borne a little son;He is a very little one.He has a head of golden hairAnd a grave, unwinking ...
Death walks through the mind's dark woods,Beautiful as aconite,A lily-flower in his pale handAnd eyes like moonstones burning bright.Love walks ...
The leaves dance, the leaves sing,The leaves dance in the breath of the Spring.I bid them dance,I bid them sing,For ...
At the coming up of Phoebus the all-luminous charioteer,Double-visaged stand the mountains in imperial multitudes,And with shadows dappled men sing ...
But now Sabrina's guilty fire returns, Her bosom with the raging passion burns: She with a female tenderness relents, And ...
Faint as a climate-changing bird that fliesAll night across the darkness, and at dawnFalls on the threshold of her native ...
Base is the purpose of this Epic Song,Baneful its powers: but, oh, the Poesy("What can it less when Sun-born GENIUS ...
_WHO gave us flowers?Heaven? The white God_?Nonsense!Up out of hell,From Hades;Infernal Dis!_Jesus the god of flowers_------?Not he._Or sun-bright Apollo, him ...
IAn English heart, my commandant,A soldier's eye you have, awakeTo right and left; with looks askantOn bulwarks not of adamant,Where ...
Young and a conqueror, once on a day,Wild white Winter rode out this way;With his sword of ice and his ...
A frost came in the night and stole my worldAnd left this changeling for it - a precociousImage of spring, ...
Free to all souls the hidden beauty calls, The sea thrift dwelling on her spray-swept height, The lofty rose, the ...
Black dreams; the pale and sorrowful desireWhose eyes have looked on Lethe and have seen,Deep in the sliding ebon tide ...
Thy soul is like a secret garden-close,Where roots of cleft rnandragoras enwreathe;Where bergamot and fumitory breathe,And ivy winds its tower ...
The Master of the Garden said;"Who, now the Earth seems cold and dead,Will by his fearless witnessingHold men's ...
Part First Frau Concert-Meister Altgelt shut the door. A storm was rising, heavy gusts of wind Swirled through the trees, ...
Of the old house, only a few, crumbled Courses of brick, smothered in nettle and dock, Or a shaped stone ...
Faint as a climate-changing bird that flies All night across the darkness, and at dawn Falls on the threshold of ...
beside me in this garden are huge and daisy-like (why not? are not oxeye daisies a chrysanthemum?), shrubby and thick-stalked, ...
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