The Dancer Of The Daughters Of Herodias (Arthur Symons Poems)
Is it the petals falling from the rose? For in the silence I can hear a sound Nearer than mine ...
Is it the petals falling from the rose? For in the silence I can hear a sound Nearer than mine ...
SUMMER in all! deep summer in the pines,And summer in the music on the sands,And summer where the sea-flowers rise ...
TO HUPNOS. I.Kind Comforter of all the weary Gods, With drooping eyelids, head that ever nods! Thou silent soother, that ...
I HAVE a little kinsman Whose earthly summers are but three, And yet a voyager is he Greater than Drake ...
ONE ballade more before we say good-night, O dying Muse, one mournful ballade more! Then let the new men fall ...
I SAW the passions and desires of Man Blent in a thousand-coloured arc of light, A double rainbow; but so ...
My close-walled soul has never knownThat innermost darkness, dazzling sight,Like the blind point, whence the visions springIn the core of ...
It can't be "Summer"!That-got through!It's early-yet-for "Spring"!There's that long town of White-to cross-Before the Blackbirds sing!It can't be "Dying"!It's too ...
Paul Jannes was working very late, For this watch must be done by eight To-morrow or the Cardinal Would certainly ...
Streaks of green and yellow iridescence, Silver shiftings, Rings veering out of rings, Silver -- gold -- Grey-green opaqueness sliding ...
Come pity us, all ye who see Our harps hung on the willow-tree; Come pity us, ye passers-by, Who see ...
It can't be "Summer"! That -- got through! It's early -- yet -- for "Spring"! There's that long town of ...
There is a morn by men unseen -- Whose maids upon remoter green Keep their Seraphic May -- And all ...
LEANDER. No more of Memphis and her mighty kings, Or Alexandria, where the Ptolomies. Taught golden commerce to unfurl her ...
I. How well I know what I mean to do When the long dark autumn-evenings come: And where, my soul, ...
Edain came out of Midhir's hill, and lay Beside young Aengus in his tower of glass, Where time is drowned ...
(To Marcel Schwob in friendship and in admiration) In a dim corner of my room for longer than my fancy ...
Swift as a spirit hastening to his task Of glory & of good, the Sun sprang forth Rejoicing in his ...
Earth, Ocean, Air, belovèd brotherhood! If our great Mother has imbued my soul With aught of natural piety to feel ...
ROSALIND, HELEN, and her Child. SCENE. The Shore of the Lake of Como. HELEN Come hither, my sweet Rosalind. 'T ...
Hail, holy Light, offspring of Heaven firstborn, Or of the Eternal coeternal beam May I express thee unblam'd? since God ...
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