The Masque of the Magi (James Elroy Flecker Poems)
Three Kings have come to BethlehemWith a trailing star in front of them.MARYWhat would you in this little place, You three ...
Three Kings have come to BethlehemWith a trailing star in front of them.MARYWhat would you in this little place, You three ...
Died at Hartford, July 8th, 1862, aged 68.It is not meet the good and just Oblivious pass away,And leave no record ...
Companion dear! or sleeping or awaking,Sleep not again! for lo! the morn is nigh,And in the east that early star ...
In all the years which have been,The spring hath green'd the bough —The gladsome hopeful spring-time! —Keep heart! It comes ...
I know not what this may betoken,That I feel so wondrous wise;My dream of existence is brokenSince science has opened ...
Borne in the car along a crowded way, Sun-soaked, I saw the world like shadows glide, Or phantom boats, upon a running ...
The sky that was blue and sunny, Has changed to a granite gray, The sun that was soft and cheery, Refuses it mellow ...
UNMOORED, unmanned, unheeded on the deep-Tossed by the restless billow and the breeze,It drifts o'er sultry leagues of tropic seas,Where ...
Now day survives the sun. The pale grey skiesA sort of dull and dubious lustre keepAs with their own light ...
You were a child, and liked me, yesterday.To-day you are a woman, and perhapsThose softer eyes betoken the sweet lapseOf ...
'Tis dark. It seemsAs if 't were early morning.Half thoughts, half dreams,Into my mind are swarming.Upon my earA deep-toned knell ...
New formed Adam of the reddish earth, Exilde from Eden, Paradice of pleasure By Gods decree cast down to woes ...
I. Like the sweet Naiad of the Grecian's dreams,A Spirit born of Song — unseen, all-seeing—Lives deep within our dark ...
If I sit in the dustFor lauding good wine,Ha, ha! it is just:So sits the vine!Abu Midjan sang as he ...
Loudly roared the English cannon, loudly thundered back our own,Pouring down a hail of iron from their battlements of stone,Giving ...
The beautiful spring delights me well, When flowers and leaves are growing;And it pleases my heart to hear the swell ...
Who dares to say your sheep are few? The flocks are all three hundred strong. Who dares despise your ...
Death's Waylaying not the sharpest Of the thefts of Time -- There Marauds a sorer Robber, Silence -- is his ...
A Fragment of a Turkish Tale The tale which these disjointed fragments present, is founded upon circumstances now less common ...
I. The morn when first it thunders in March, The eel in the pond gives a leap, they say: As ...
I. Said Abner, ``At last thou art come! Ere I tell, ere thou speak, ``Kiss my cheek, wish me well!'' ...
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