Festus – II (Philip James Bailey Poems)
From heaven, soul--like, to earth. It is sundown. MarkThe heart's state, empty and collapsed, the world'sVain pleasures leave us in, ...
From heaven, soul--like, to earth. It is sundown. MarkThe heart's state, empty and collapsed, the world'sVain pleasures leave us in, ...
I.1EVEN as water to him who thirsts wayfaring, dust-dry and burning,After sore heat and long stumbling in courses with never ...
I.But now the second Morning, from her bow'r,Began to glister in her beams, and nowThe roses of the day began ...
IBut now the second Morning, from her bow'r,Began to glister in her beams, and nowThe roses of the day began ...
Reubens, river of forgetfulness, garden of sloth,Pillow of wet flesh that one cannot love,But where life throngs and seethes without ...
Where Humber pours his rich commercial stream,There dwelt a wretch, who breathed but to blaspheme.In subterraneous caves his life he ...
Our souls shall be Leviathans In purple seas of wine When drunkenness is dead with death, And drink is all divine; Learning in those ...
I.When, with my mind devoutly press'd,Dear Saviour! my revolving breastWould past offences traceTrembling I make the black review,Yet pleased behold, ...
My God! the world is going wrongFrail man has made a mess of things:And now the Devil seems on top,Confusing ...
That story which the bold Sir Bedivere, First made and latest left of all the knights, Told, when ...
You, dear, have heard me vaunt a memory The which by trodden paths will ...
Alone I climb the steep ascending pathWhich leads to knowledge. In the babbling throngsThat hurry after, shouting to the worldSmall ...
What ails me? what impels me on, untilThe big drops fall from off my brow? Whence comesThis strange affliction?--Oh, thus ...
What! boast of Freedon, while ye bind Three millions of our race in chains,Whom ye have doomed to every kind ...
My soul is sad, and much dismay'd; See, Lord, what legions of my foes, With fierce Apollyon at their head, ...
New England. 1 Alas, dear Mother, fairest Queen and best, 2 With honour, wealth, and peace happy and blest, 3 ...
Reubens, river of forgetfulness, garden of sloth, Pillow of wet flesh that one cannot love, But where life throngs and ...
That story which the bold Sir Bedivere, First made and latest left of all the knights, Told, when the man ...
That story which the bold Sir Bedivere, First made and latest left of all the knights, Told, when the man ...
'Tis hard to say, if greater Want of Skill Appear in Writing or in Judging ill, But, of the two, ...
Shut, shut the door, good John! fatigu'd, I said, Tie up the knocker, say I'm sick, I'm dead. The dog-star ...
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