Beata Beatrix (Arthur Symons Poems)
Lay your head back; and now, kiss me again! Kneel there, and do not kiss me; let me hold Your ...
Lay your head back; and now, kiss me again! Kneel there, and do not kiss me; let me hold Your ...
I SEE thee, gliding towards me with slow pace Across the azure fields of Paradise, Where thine each footstep makes ...
REGARD me well: I am thy love, thy love; Thy blessing, thy delight, thy hope, thy peace: Thy joy above ...
THE hop-shop is shut up: the night doth wear. Here, early, Collinson this evening fell "Into the gulfs of sleep"; ...
AND didst thou know indeed, when at the fontTogether with thy name thou gav'st me his,That also on thy son ...
CCVFor what to me were Helen's honeyed word, Or guiltless Iphigenia's sacred charms; Or Cleopatra's lustrous breast and arms, By ...
NOT for a rapture unalloyed I ask.Not for a recompense for all I miss.A banquet of the gods in heavenly ...
I felt a spirit of love begin to stirWithin my heart, long time unfelt till then;And saw Love coming towards ...
the lord of Ravennahas been kind.What was my secret?Water, fire.Philosophy and my memoriesof Florence.Of course I haveanother life. A wife,children ...
Oft have I seen at some cathedral door . A laborer, pausing in the dust and heat, . Lay down ...
A precious -- mouldering pleasure -- 'tis -- To meet an Antique Book -- In just the Dress his Century ...
SEA, SEA RIDER The man who owned the bookstore was not magic. He was not a three-legged crow on the ...
Lo giorno se n'andava, e l'aere bruno toglieva li animai che sono in terra da le fatiche loro; e io ...
Two crowned Kings, and One that stood alone With no green weight of laurels round his head, But with sad ...
A lily-girl, not made for this world's pain, With brown, soft hair close braided by her ears, And longing eyes ...
(Newdigate prize poem recited in the Sheldonian Theatre Oxford June 26th, 1878. To my friend George Fleming author of 'The ...
"I'll do the old dump in a day," He told me in his brittle way. "Two more, I guess, I'll ...
Sprawl is the quality of the man who cut down his Rolls-Royce into a farm utility truck, and sprawl is ...
Alas! Prince Henry of Battenberg is dead! And, I hope, has gone to heaven, its streets to tread, And to ...
When my moustache curled, And my hair was black, And I wore tight trousers And a diamond stud, I was ...
Through all that year-scarred agony of height, Unblest of bough or bloom, to where expands His wandy circlet with his ...
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