Perfume (Edmund William Gosse Poems)
WHAT gift for passionate lovers shall we find? Not flowers nor books of verse suffice for me, But splinters of ...
WHAT gift for passionate lovers shall we find? Not flowers nor books of verse suffice for me, But splinters of ...
HEAVY with cares no winnowing hand could sift,Wrapt in a sadness never to be told,As o'er the fields and through ...
SUN, dark sunSun of black void heatSun of the torrid mid-day's horrific darkness.Behold my hair twisting and going black.Behold my ...
Dost thou do well, dear idol of my heart!To thrall me in the meshes of thy charms,To fill my constant ...
Pink, small, and punctual,Aromatic, low,Covert in April,Candid in May, Dear to the moss,Known by the knoll,Next to the robinIn every ...
Now is the time for mirth, Nor cheek or tongue be dumb; For with the flow'ry earth The golden pomp ...
To sup with thee thou didst me home invite, And mad'st a promise that mine appetite Should meet and tire, ...
The south-wind brings Life, sunshine, and desire, And on every mount and meadow Breathes aromatic fire, But over the dead ...
I have had enough. I gasp for breath. Every way ends, every road, every foot-path leads at last to the ...
Pink -- small -- and punctual -- Aromatic -- low -- Covert -- in April -- Candid -- in May ...
Recite the loves of Narva and Mored The priest of Chalma's triple idol said. High from the ground the youthful ...
THESE, I, singing in spring, collect for lovers, (For who but I should understand lovers, and all their sorrow and ...
Would 'any woman' find me difficult to live with? My tastes are simple: space for several thousand books, The smoke ...
IN paths untrodden, In the growth by margins of pond-waters, Escaped from the life that exhibits itself, From all the ...
SOFT is the balmy breath of May, When from the op'ning lids of day Meek twilight steals; and from its ...
Come, bright-eyed maid, Pure offspring of the tranquil mind, Haste, my fev'rish temples bind With olive wreaths of em'rald hue ...
To Henry St. John, Lord Bolingbroke Awake, my St. John! leave all meaner things To low ambition, and the pride ...
The First Epistle Awake, my ST. JOHN!(1) leave all meaner things To low ambition, and the pride of Kings. Let ...
Out of lemon flowers loosed on the moonlight, love's lashed and insatiable essences, sodden with fragrance, the lemon tree's yellow ...
There is one thing that ought to be taught in all the colleges, Which is that people ought to be ...
After seeing at Boston the statue of Robert Gould Shaw, killed while storming Fort Wagner, July 18, 1863, at the ...
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