Oh, Unforgotten And Only Lover (Laurence Hope Poems)
Oh, unforgotten and only lover, Many years have swept us apart,But none of the long dividing seasons Slay your memory in my ...
Oh, unforgotten and only lover, Many years have swept us apart,But none of the long dividing seasons Slay your memory in my ...
MY dear, lost mother, it is midnight now,The sky is dark and starless, and the earthSeems bound as with a ...
I DO not love thee, yet why does thy calmSweet smile forever haunt my dreams, and whyDo thy dark eyes ...
THE CURTAIN rose-the play began-The limelight on the gay garbs shone;Yet carelessly I gazed uponThe painted players, maid and man,As ...
Had I been young I could have claimed to fold thee For many days against my eager breast;But, as things are, ...
LAST night, my love, I dreamed of thee,Yet 't was no dream Elysian:Draw closer to my breast, dear Blanche,The while ...
The dawn came in through the bars of the blind,-- And the winter's dawn is gray,-- And said, "However you cheat your ...
DEAR Anna, hast ne'er heard it toldHow florists have the curious powerTo graft on some rude garden-plantA tender and exquisite ...
Daydreaming child on the tenement roofWho sat in the sullied sun and thought of joy,The thin, the blue-veined hands in ...
Musing on the fate of Daphne,Many feelings urged my breast,For the God so keen desiring,And the Nymph so deep distrest.Never ...
I know not how, dear heart, I came to love you as I do,- ...
SPRINGAcross the street, across the grass,Across my life I watch her pass.No pure star on a dusky heightHath eyes more ...
The dull world clamors at my feet And asks my hand and helping sweet; And wonders when the time shall ...
She poured the tea. Vaguely I watched her hands.The mask was fitted: in my wandering dreamWere boulder-broken valleys, a strange ...
A drifting, April, twilight sky, A wind which blew the puddles dry, And slapped the river into waves That ran ...
PART I 'Tis the middle of night by the castle clock And the owls have awakened the crowing cock; Tu-whit!- ...
Now, man of croziers, shadows called our names And then away, away, like whirling flames; And now fled by, mist-covered, ...
Under the rose-tree's dancing shade There stands a little ivory girl, Pulling the leaves of pink and pearl With pale ...
Because there was no other place to flee to, I came back to the scene of the disordered senses, came ...
The songs I made from joy of earth In wanton wandering, Are rapturous with Maytime mirth And ectasy of Spring. ...
MORNING and evening Maids heard the goblins cry: "Come buy our orchard fruits, Come buy, come buy: Apples and quinces, ...
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