Porcelain Pavilion (Nikolai Stepanovich Gumilev Poems)
Amidst the waters of a man-made lake,A porcelain pavilion rises high.The way to it is lead by jasper bridgeThat's cambered ...
Amidst the waters of a man-made lake,A porcelain pavilion rises high.The way to it is lead by jasper bridgeThat's cambered ...
Scene, on the Cliffs to the Eastward of the Town ofBrighthelmstone in Sussex. Time, a Morning in November, 1792.Slow in ...
"Sweet are the rosy memories of the lips That first kiss'd ours, albeit they kiss no more: Sweet is the ...
I looked far in the future; down the dimEcholess avenue of silent years,And through the cold grey haze of Time ...
He who walks through the meadows of Champagne At noon in Fall, when leaves like gold appear, Sees it draw ...
Oh, not to you, my mentor sweet,And stern as only sweetness can,Whose grave eyes look out steadfastlyAcross my nature's plan,And ...
Osculo oris sui osculetur me.Christ, for whose only Love I keep me cleanAmong the palaces of Babylon,I would not Thou ...
Veil-like and beautifulGathered the dutiful Mist in the night,True to the messaging,Dreamful and presaging Vapour and light.Ghostly and ...
This path will tell me where dark daisies dance To the white sycamores that dell them in; Where ...
The almond tree,-the almond tree-how lovely is its bloom, It flourishes and fades away before the summer noon; Alas! it ...
I thought I had forgotten you, So far apart our lives were thrust! 'Twas only as the earth forgets The ...
A drifting, April, twilight sky, A wind which blew the puddles dry, And slapped the river into waves That ran ...
(From the French of Emile Verhaeren) He who walks through the meadows of Champagne At noon in Fall, when leaves ...
THE FAIRY TEMPLE; OR, OBERON'S CHAPEL DEDICATED TO MR JOHN MERRIFIELD, COUNSELLOR AT LAW RARE TEMPLES THOU HAST SEEN, I ...
Before thy shrine I kneel, an unknown worshipper, Chanting strange hymns to thee and sorrowful litanies, Incense of dirges, prayers ...
I. He was a Grecian lad, who coming home With pulpy figs and wine from Sicily Stood at his galley's ...
It is full summer now, the heart of June; Not yet the sunburnt reapers are astir Upon the upland meadow ...
Scene, on the Cliffs to the Eastward of the Town of Brighthelmstone in Sussex. Time, a Morning in November, 1792. ...
Before those cruel twins whom at one birth Incestuous Change bore to her father Time, Error and Truth, had hunted ...
When I am old I will not have you look apart From me, into the cold, Friend of my heart, ...
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