The Hidden Life (Gerald Massey Poems)
WE are not only where we seemTo live, but in some Astral gleamDwell also in a world of dream!Some heavenward ...
WE are not only where we seemTo live, but in some Astral gleamDwell also in a world of dream!Some heavenward ...
where we live the flowers of the clocks catch fire and the plumes encircle the brightness in the distant sulphur ...
On velvet green of grassy floor, 'Neath maple at my father's door My couch at eve has been; There gazing on the tranquil ...
By the wide anxiety of the dawnrevealed masts.Painful awakenings.Leaves, sister leaves,I hear you in the lament.Autumns,moriboud sweetness.Oh youth,the time of ...
AN APOSTROPHE TO THE MOON.O, silvery moon, fair mistress of the night,Thou mellow, ever vaccilating orb,How many eons of unmeasured ...
I stood at sunrise, on the topmost partOf lofty mountain, massively sublime;A pinnacle of trachyte, seamed and scarredBy countless generations' ...
How beautiful doth the morning rise O'er the hills, as from her bower a bride ...
Hope is the shadowy essence of a wish, A fond desire which floats before our eyes;With lurid aberration, feverish,-- We ...
Awakes for me and leaps from shroudAll radiantly the moon's own nightOf folded showers in streamer cloud;Our shadows down the ...
Now when, beneath the riotous drinking,The witches found the liquor sinkingSo low their ladles couldn't reach it,The blacksmith with a ...
WITHIN Fancy's halls I sit and quaff Rich draughts of the wine of Song, And I drink and drink ...
By night a laddered diagram seen from the windows of this bedroom town-rayflowcrs of dread ascending and descending- identifies the ...
The Moon upon her fluent Route Defiant of a Road -- The Star's Etruscan Argument Substantiate a God -- If ...
Lightly stepped a yellow star To its lofty place -- Loosed the Moon her silver hat From her lustral Face ...
If I don't write something good tonight I will sleep without the comforting Canopus of deep believers, if I sleep ...
I have been spiritually poisoned by the unclean, in ignorance blessed their springs. In consequence I withered and drifted down ...
Maud Muller on a summer's day Raked the meadow sweet with hay. Beneath her torn hat glowed the wealth Of ...
where we live the flowers of the clocks catch fire and the plumes encircle the brightness in the distant sulphur ...
1 AS I sat alone, by blue Ontario's shore, As I mused of these mighty days, and of peace return'd, ...
One said: Thy life is thine to make or mar, To flicker feebly, or to soar, a star; It lies ...
"The spirits do not like the light," The medium said, and turned the switch; The little lady on my right ...
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