Procne (A Fragment) (Peter Courtney Quennell Poems)
So she became a bird, and bird-like dancedOn a long sloe-bough, treading the silver blossomWith a bird's lovely feet;And shaken ...
So she became a bird, and bird-like dancedOn a long sloe-bough, treading the silver blossomWith a bird's lovely feet;And shaken ...
A Microcosm In Terza RimaI.Quiet I lay at last, and knew no moreWhether I breathed or not, so worn I ...
WHEN fallen man from Paradise was driven, Forth to a world of labour, death, and care; Still, of his native ...
'Tis the summer prime, when the noiseless airIn perfumed chalice lies,And the bee goes by with a lazy hum,Beneath the ...
IT is the twilight hour, The daylight toil is done, And the last rays are departing Of the cold and ...
In the fair morning of his life, When his pure heart lay in his breast, Panting, ...
Sphinx, down whose rugged face The sliding centuries their furrows cleave By sun and frost and cloud-burst; scarce ...
1630-1633Sick with the strife of tongues, the blustering hateOf frantic Party raving o'er the realm,Sonorous insincerities of debate,And jealous factions ...
THE POETRY OF CHAUCER Grey with all honours of age! but fresh-featured and ruddy As dawn when the drowsy farm-yard ...
"She comes as comes the summer night, Violet, perfumed, clad with stars, To heal the eyes hurt by the ...
When a simple English maiden, Nested warm in Wilmicote,Sang forth like a lark uprising Heavenward with its morning ...
The full September moon sheds floods of light,And all the bayou's face is gemmed with starsSave where are dropped fantastic ...
DARK is her cheek, but her blood's rich blushComes through its dusk with a sunset flush,While joy, like a prairie-bee, ...
Picture some Isle smiling green 'mid the white-foaming ocean; -Full of old woods, leafy wisdoms, and frolicsome fays;Passions and pageants; ...
Fire lighted; on the table a meal for sleepy men; A lantern in the stable; a jingle now and then; ...
THROUGH my north window, in the wintry weather,-- My airy oriel on the river shore,-- I watch the sea-fowl as ...
The south-wind brings Life, sunshine, and desire, And on every mount and meadow Breathes aromatic fire, But over the dead ...
When on a summer's morn I wake, And open my two eyes, Out to the clear, born-singing rills My bird-like ...
All that I know Of a certain star, Is, it can throw (Like the angled spar) Now a dart of ...
A man that had six mortal wounds, a man Violent and famous, strode among the dead; Eyes stared out of ...
Take back your coins, King's Councillor. I am of those women you sent to the forest shrine to decoy the ...
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