A Ballad Of Desire (E J Rupert Atkinson Poems)
BEHOLD it was this very night:Outwearied with the plaintive rain.I rose, 1 cast her from my sight -Who loves, must ...
BEHOLD it was this very night:Outwearied with the plaintive rain.I rose, 1 cast her from my sight -Who loves, must ...
Sisters!I've thought o'er this until my brain has blisters.Are you, indeed, such valiant resistersOf all the charm, the grace, the ...
I saw the happy spirits all in blissbeholding and beheld with heavenly sight,contemplative of that now and of this,and still ...
There are in life such hard blows . . . I don't know!Blows seemingly from God's wrath; as if before ...
These things were yours, these little simple things; You touched them, used them one time, loved them well.Now you ...
Like as a dryad, from her native bole Coming at dusk, when the dim stars emerge, To a slow river ...
You can scorn more illustrious eyes,sweet eyes of my child, through which there takes flightsomething as good or as tender ...
It was a dark corridor. Down that corridor, in darkness, went someone whom you could adore. But she wasn't seen ...
So like a flower and a current of air the flow of water fleeting shadows the smile glimpsed at midnight ...
Miss J.Hunter Dunn, Miss J.Hunter Dunn, Furnish'd and burnish'd by Aldershot sun, What strenuous singles we played after tea, We ...
Your hands, my dear, adorable, Your lips of tenderness -- Oh, I've loved you faithfully and well, Three years, or ...
Henry hates the world. What the world to Henry did will not bear thought. Feeling no pain, Henry stabbed his ...
Morne esprit, autrefois amoureux de la lutte, L'Espoir, dont l'éperon attisait ton ardeur, Ne veut plus t'enfourcher! Couche-toi sans pudeur, ...
She ONLY to be twin elements of joy In this extravagance of Being, Love, Were our divided natures shaped in ...
Frau Doktor, Mama Brundig, take out your contacts, remove your wig. I write for you. I entertain. But frogs come ...
In Memoriam What's missing is the eyeballs in each of us, but it doesn't matter because you've got the bucks, ...
At the time when the stars are grey, And the gold of the molten moon Fades, and the twilight is ...
The trumpets of the four winds of the world From the ends of the earth blow battle; the night heaves, ...
In that fair capital where Pleasure, crowned Amidst her myriad courtiers, riots and rules, I too have been a suitor. ...
Like as a dryad, from her native bole Coming at dusk, when the dim stars emerge, To a slow river ...
At midnight, death's and truth's unlocking time, When far within the spirit's hearing rolls The great soft rumble of the ...
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