Lux In Tenebris (George Essex Evans Poems)
When first the Gods, whose Empire is eternal, In Time's deep chalice poured Life's sacred wine,Flashed all the crystal ...
When first the Gods, whose Empire is eternal, In Time's deep chalice poured Life's sacred wine,Flashed all the crystal ...
I (_Before He Comes_) Sweet under swooning blue and mellow mist September waves of forest overflow The hills with crimson, ...
June 18: 1643 Flags crape-smother'd and arms reversed, With one sad volley lay him to rest: Lay him to rest ...
I stood on the brow of the hill; to the West The sunset glories were tenderly prest,And out of the ...
THE Hours passed by, a fleet, confused crowd; With wafture of blown garments bright as fire, Light, light of foot ...
Shall one be sorrowful because of love, Which hath no earthly crown, Which lives and dies, unknown? Because ...
"COME, on thy swaying feet, Wild Spirit of the Fall! With wind-blown skirts, loose hair of russet-brown, Crowned with bright ...
Though love had dreamt of soft eternitiesFor never-flagging pulses still to mete,Those minutes of our bliss were few and fleet.Breast-pillowed ...
Where but to Thee, O Jesu, can I fly! My guilt is like a sea without a shore, Which none ...
My cup is empty to-night, Cold and dry are its sides, Chilled by the wind from the open window. Empty ...
O golden-tongued Romance with serene lute! Fair plumed Syren! Queen of far away! Leave melodizing on this wintry day, Shut ...
O golden-tongued Romance with serene lute! Fair plumed Syren! Queen of far away! Leave melodizing on this wintry day, Shut ...
I PRELUDE Daughter of Psyche, pledge of that last night When, pierced with pain and bitter-sweet delight, She knew her ...
If you start out every day in the same old gloomy way it's little wonder what other people think of ...
I The rutted roads are all like iron; skies Are keen and brilliant; only the oak-leaves cling In the bare ...
I love to lick English the way I licked the hard round licorice sticks the Belgian nuns gave me for ...
High stretched upon the swinging yard, I gather in the sheet; But it is hard And stiff, and one cries ...
I said I splendidly loved you; it's not true. Such long swift tides stir not a land-locked sea. On gods ...
Dry timber under that rich foliage, At wine-dark midnight in the sacred wood, Too old for a man's love I ...
You think I cannot understand. Ah, but I do... I have been wrung with anger and compassion for you. I ...
Aye, but she? Your other sister and my other soul Grave Silence, lovelier Than the three loveliest maidens, what of ...
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