Reverie OfMahomed Akram At The Tamarind Tank (Laurence Hope Poems)
The Desert is parched in the burning sunAnd the grass is scorched and white.But the sand is passed, and the ...
The Desert is parched in the burning sunAnd the grass is scorched and white.But the sand is passed, and the ...
O many-toned rain!O myriad sweet voices of the rain!How welcome is its delicate overtureAt evening, when the moist and glowing ...
Alas! alas! this wasted NightWith all its Jasmin-scented air,Its thousand stars, serenely bright!I lie alone, and long for you,Long for ...
NIGHT and we heard heavy cadenced hoofbeatsOf troops departing; the last cohorts leftBy the North Gate. That night some listened ...
In a painted "Forest of Arden," in the glare of the garish light,In doublet and hose, be-powdered and rouged, you ...
Come, Walter Savage Landor, come this way;Step through the lintel low, with prose or verse,Tallest of latter men; the early ...
May Clio never come to re ut youFrom that kind shade around you hung:Enough to know one thing about youThe ...
Still flowed the music, flowed the wine. The youth in silence went;Through naked streets, in cold moonshine, His homeward way ...
Subtly conscious, all awake,Let us clear our eyes, and breakThrough the cloudy chrysalis,See the wonder as it is.Down a narrow ...
At Bethlehem upon the hill, The day was done, the night was nigh,The dusk was deep and had its will,The ...
HATH Wisdom made thee weep? Be yet more wise, And sing for joy. The blind man, gaining sight, Says haply, ...
Sing me the men ere thisWho, to the gate that isA cloven pearl uprapt,The big white bars betweenWith dying eyes ...
The ferny places gleam at morn, The dew drips off the leaves of corn; Along the brook a mist of ...
The tall yellow hollyhocks stand, Still and straight, With their round blossoms spread open, In the quiet sunshine. And still ...
ENDYMION. A Poetic Romance. "THE STRETCHED METRE OF AN AN ANTIQUE SONG." INSCRIBED TO THE MEMORY OF THOMAS CHATTERTON. Book ...
Elan that lifts me above the clouds into pure space, timeless, yea eternal Breath transmuted into words Transmuted back to ...
While the sun stops, or seems to, to define a term for the indeterminable, the human aspect, here in the ...
I was walking home down a hill near our house on a balmy afternoon under the blossoms Of the pear ...
I. He was a Grecian lad, who coming home With pulpy figs and wine from Sicily Stood at his galley's ...
It is full winter now: the trees are bare, Save where the cattle huddle from the cold Beneath the pine, ...
There's blood between us, love, my love, There's father's blood, there's brother's blood, And blood's a bar I cannot pass. ...
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