Uranne (Mary Weston Fordham Poems)
In a far off hamlet near the seaWhere billows oft, in days of storm, andNights of darkness rush reckless to ...
In a far off hamlet near the seaWhere billows oft, in days of storm, andNights of darkness rush reckless to ...
Through the rocks in wildest courses Seethes the Terek grim of mood,Tempest howling its bewailing, Pearled with foam its tearful flood.At the ...
UNDER A FIGURE SYMBOLIZING THE CHURCHThou wast the fairest of all man-made things;The breath of heaven bore up thy cloudy ...
Spirit of Como, whose rhythmical callMurmurs caressingly under my wall,Why are thy feet, though the hour be late,Mounting the moon-silvered ...
IF only I were fair,Or had some charm to bindIn tender loving waysThe passing of the days,Life would seem less ...
I love tenderness. Yea, but it must be strong.It shall not speak soft words nor lisp them.It shall not creep ...
We together, and the nightAnd the winds and the wraths.We together, and I calling thee;And thy answer. Then the morning,And ...
I shall make a song like you hair . . .Gold-woven with shadows green-tinged,And I shall play with my songAs ...
The shadow of uncreated creaturesFlickers in sleep,Like palm frondsOn an enamel wall.Violet handsOn the enamel wallDrowsily sketch soundsIn the ringing-resonant ...
Oh what is fame! a flower that dies at eve, A golden mist that subtle fancies weave, An unknown star ...
I fled Him, down the nights and down the days; I fled Him, down the arches of the years; I ...
He walked alone beside the lonely sea,The slanting sunbeams fell upon his face,His shadow fluttered on the pure white sandsLike ...
I. VIRGIN of Troy, the days were well with thee When wandering singing by the singing streams Of Ilion, thou ...
HUNTSMAN, that on the hills above To hunt the deer hast been,Tell me, I pray thee, if my love-- ...
The sea is composite woman, many in one:Coquette, cocotte, a termagant, a nun.Madly she flings her love and wraps you ...
Walking through trees to cool my heat and pain, I know that David's with me here again. All that is ...
I fled Him down the nights and down the days I fled Him down the arches of the years I ...
Her tawny eyes are onyx of thoughtlessness, Hardened they are like gems in ancient modesty; Yea, and her mouth's prudent ...
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