A Judgment In Heaven (Francis Thompson Poems)
Athwart the sod which is treading for God * the poet paced with hissplendid eyes;Paradise-verdure he stately passes * to ...
Athwart the sod which is treading for God * the poet paced with hissplendid eyes;Paradise-verdure he stately passes * to ...
O ! que j'aime la solitude !Que ces lieux sacr?s ? la nuit, Eloign?s du monde et du bruit, Plaisent ...
Voici la nuit pleine d'?moi ! J'entends le souffle autour de moi, Des ?tres dormant sous mon toit. L'on dirait, ...
FRAGMENT I Ah! tremble que ton ?me ? la sienne livr?e Ne s'en puisse arracher sans ?tre d?chir?e. M?me au ...
It seemed corrival of the world's great prime,Made to un-edge the scythe of Time,And last with stateliest rhyme.No tender Dryad ...
Un jour le rat des champs, ami du rat de ville, Invita son ami dans son rustique asile. Il ?tait ...
Ainsi, toujours pouss?s vers de nouveaux rivages, Dans la nuit ?ternelle emport?s sans retour, Ne pourrons-nous jamais sur l'oc?an des ...
OF old it went forth to Euchenor, pronounced of his sire—Reluctant, impelled by the god's unescapable fire—To choose for his ...
What shall I do lest life in silence pass? "And if it do, And never ...
I set apart a day for wandering; I heard the woodlands ring, The hidden white-throat sing, And the harmonic West, ...
J'apprends, pour disputer un prix si glorieux, Le bel art d'?richthon, mortel prodigieux Qui sur l'herbe glissante, en longs anneaux ...
Elle etait bien jolie, au matin, sans atours,De son jardin naissant visitant les merveilles,Dans leur nid d'ambroisie epiant ses abeilles,Et ...
It seemes that Tunis is an auncient towne Neere to the ruines of Carthage once so prowde,Whose stately buildings now ...
Le bruit des autos ferme à clé l'aube avec des réponses coupées et des refus inadmis qui se répètent sévèrement ...
ENDYMION. A Poetic Romance. "THE STRETCHED METRE OF AN AN ANTIQUE SONG." INSCRIBED TO THE MEMORY OF THOMAS CHATTERTON. Book ...
The line-storm clouds fly tattered and swift. The road is forlorn all day, Where a myriad snowy quartz stones lift, ...
I fled Him down the nights and down the days I fled Him down the arches of the years I ...
Poem by Anne-Marie Derése. Pardon si j'ai ri dans vos chapelles, pardon si j'ai claquè la porte de l'h?pital, pardon ...
The little cousin is dead, by foul subtraction, A green bough from Virginia's aged tree, And none of the county ...
Through frost-thick weather This witch sidles, fingers crooked, as if Caught in a hazardous medium that might Merely by its ...
With white frost gone And all green dreams not worth much, After a lean day's work Time comes round for ...
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