Sonnets Of The Blood IX (Allen Tate Poems)
Captains of industry, your aimless powerAwakens harsh velleities of time:Let you, brother, captaining your hourBe zealous that your numbers are ...
Captains of industry, your aimless powerAwakens harsh velleities of time:Let you, brother, captaining your hourBe zealous that your numbers are ...
WHEN Love awakens there shall be a radiance Like to the sun's setting on a rainy day, The breathed-in air ...
When the beautiful star of the West moves on,A lonely gem, through the fields of air;When the last faint flush ...
Silent devotions.From treetops tallsoft twitters resound,but not one call.We wait, listen -a tiny band.Soft winds murmurall around.Let God speak now.Let ...
'Whenever I plunge my arm, like this, In a basin of water, I never miss The sweet sharp sense of ...
There in the middle of the field, by the side of a crystalline stream, I saw a bird-cage whose rods ...
Part One The power of charity sows deep in my heart, and I reap and gather the wheat in bundles ...
Grace awakens us heals us from ourselves the epiphany of conviction when we see the Christ The grace already around ...
The Baron has decided to mate the monster, to breed him perhaps, in the interests of pure science, his only ...
A man is a rock in a garden of chairs and waits for a longtime to be over. It is ...
Return often and take me, beloved sensation, return and take me -- when the memory of the body awakens, and ...
PART I 'Tis the middle of night by the castle clock And the owls have awakened the crowing cock; Tu-whit!- ...
I see you drinking at a fountain with tiny blue hands, no, your hands are not tiny they are small, ...
O thought, fly to her when the end of day Awakens an old memory, and say, 'Your strength, that is ...
He it is, the innermost one, who awakens my being with his deep hidden touches. He it is who puts ...
Is it so, that the sword is broken, Our sword, that was halfway drawn? Is it so, that the light ...
In these deep solitudes and awful cells, Where heav'nly-pensive contemplation dwells, And ever-musing melancholy reigns; What means this tumult in ...
Part 1 WHAT dire Offence from am'rous Causes springs, What mighty Contests rise from trivial Things, I sing -- This ...
Nolueram, Belinda, tuos violare capillos; Sedjuvat, hoc precibus me tribuisse tuis. (Martial, Epigrams 12.84) What dire offence from am'rous causes ...
A flower - shrivelled, bare of fragrance, Forgotten on a page - I see, And instantly my soul awakens, Filled ...
Farewell! but whenever you welcome the hour That awakens the night-song of mirth in your bower, Then think of the ...
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