Cymon And Iphigenia. From Boccace (John Henry Dryden Poems)
Old as I am, for lady's love unfit,The power of beauty I remember yet,Which once inflamed my soul, and still ...
Old as I am, for lady's love unfit,The power of beauty I remember yet,Which once inflamed my soul, and still ...
Once on a clear autumnal day, With weary heart and spirit bowed,I sought a silent scene away From all the turmoil of ...
(July, 1904)In the State of "Old Palmetto," from the town of Eutawville,Comes a voice of pain and anguish that refuses ...
I LIFT these hands with iron fetters banded:Beneath the scornful sunlight and cold starsI rear my once imperial forehead brandedBy ...
One ev'ning, as some children play'dBeneath an oak tree's summer shade,A stranger, travel-stained and gray,Beside them halted on his way.As ...
Whites alone upon the jury in a number of the states,Thus they crush a helpless Negro with their prejudicial hates;Legal ...
THOSE , Lord, who raise their souls to thee,Not alway sink on bended knee.On earth's vast space of sea and ...
THE Word was first, says the revelation:Justice is older than error or strife;The Word preceded the IncarnationAs symbol and type ...
THOSE friends of Lao-Tzu, those wise old menDozing all day in lemon-silken robes,With tomes of beaten jade spread knee to ...
I. PEACE to the odalisque, the facile slave, Whose unrespective love rewards the brave, Or cherishes the coward; she who ...
AT Beauty's bar as I did stand, When False Suspect accused, ''George,'' quod the judge, ''hold up thy hand; Thou ...
Love, show thine eyes, thy stature infinite; Thou child of ...
I will not have our holy love profaned By that untruth which slanders as impure The rites we keep, however ...
The tightness and the nilness round that space when the car stops in the road, the troops inspect its make ...
Grow old along with me! The best is yet to be, The last of life, for which the first was ...
I On the grey rock of Cashel the mind's eye Has called up the cold spirits that are born When ...
But where began the change; and what's my crime? The wretch condemned, who has not been arraigned, Chafes at his ...
Hail, holy Light, offspring of Heaven firstborn, Or of the Eternal coeternal beam May I express thee unblam'd? since God ...
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