To Karl Marx (Francis W L Adams Poems)
NOT for the thought that burns on keen and clear,Heat that the heat has turned from red to white,The passion ...
NOT for the thought that burns on keen and clear,Heat that the heat has turned from red to white,The passion ...
THE mind's deep history here in tones is wrought,The faith, the struggles of the aspiring soul,The confidence of youth, the ...
HOW grand he would have stood, had he declinedThe needless coronet he donned, as thoughIts gilt could heighten his proud ...
Sing of her beauty! Sing of that which grows My daily wonder! Shall this lute essay To paint the color ...
Like as a dryad, from her native bole Coming at dusk, when the dim stars emerge, To a slow river ...
I must go on: There may be ways unseenFor you to elude exigencies of fate;You may know subtle means to ...
La courbe de tes yeux fait le tour de mon coeur, Un rond de danse et de douceur, Auréole du ...
When I close my eyes I cannot reconstruct your face but the three-dimensional solidity or you bursts through the tissues ...
I cannot count the pebbles in the brook. Well hath He spoken: "Swear not by thy head. Thou knowest not ...
Though giant rains put out the sun, Here stand I for a sign. Though earth be filled with waters dark, ...
The brown enormous odor he lived by was too close, with its breathing and thick hair, for him to judge. ...
It is full winter now: the trees are bare, Save where the cattle huddle from the cold Beneath the pine, ...
BOOK FIRST. I. ALL valor died not on the plains of Troy. Awake, my Muse, awake! be thine the joy ...
I Beyond the hollow sunset, ere a star Take heart in heaven from eastward, while the west, Fulfilled of watery ...
The trumpets of the four winds of the world From the ends of the earth blow battle; the night heaves, ...
Oft when sweet music undulated round, Like the full moon out of a perfumed sea Thine image from the waves ...
Like as a dryad, from her native bole Coming at dusk, when the dim stars emerge, To a slow river ...
After the final no there comes a yes And on that yes the future world depends. No was the night. ...
WHERE are now the dreams divine, Fires that lit the dawning soul, As the ruddy colours shine Through an opal ...
ON the bird of air blue-breasted glint the rays of gold, And its shadowy fleece above us waves the forest ...
There's blood between us, love, my love, There's father's blood, there's brother's blood, And blood's a bar I cannot pass. ...
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