Love Sonnet XVII (Zora Bernice May Cross Poems)
Beloved, lest I should remember, IMust swift forget the wonder of last night.Hot memory would but blacken out my sightAnd ...
Beloved, lest I should remember, IMust swift forget the wonder of last night.Hot memory would but blacken out my sightAnd ...
Here buried side by sideWe long have waited with between us twoA place for you.The Powers of Darkness triedTo chill ...
Yet once more, Harp of prophecy, once moreFondly I come soliciting thine aid;By whose celestial minstrelsy inspiredThe saintly Enoch walk'd ...
Accurs?d to the Medes, as to himself, That fatal hour when,--mad with fiercest hate,-- His private wrong on one man ...
AN APOSTROPHE TO THE MOON.O, silvery moon, fair mistress of the night,Thou mellow, ever vaccilating orb,How many eons of unmeasured ...
When on high the heaven had not been named, Firm ground below had not been called by name, Naught but ...
I fled Him, down the nights and down the days; I fled Him, down the arches of the years; I ...
Lo, in the sanctuaried East,Day, a dedicated priestIn all his robes pontifical exprest,Lifteth slowly, lifteth sweetly,From out its Orient tabernacle ...
"THE breeze was hush'd; the modest moon-beam slept On the green bosom of the treach'rous wave; The lover Marli wander'd ...
AND did the Gospel march in all its beauty?Was the blest mandate faithfully obey'd?Did great Apostles feel the pressing dutyOf ...
"Sleep, love, sleep! The dusty day is done. Lo! from afar the freshening breezes sweep Wide over groves of balm, ...
When the sea is still as glass,And the whispering breezes passOn messages from zone to zone, or waft from pole ...
O'ER an immeasurable space, the eyeSaw conic mountains tap'ring to the sky,And caverns dark as Acheron between,Vast pits for graves ...
Changeful with glow and chequered shade, a sight Now gloom'd with grief, and now with joy elate, How strange, how ...
ENDYMION. A Poetic Romance. "THE STRETCHED METRE OF AN AN ANTIQUE SONG." INSCRIBED TO THE MEMORY OF THOMAS CHATTERTON. Book ...
'Though to my feathers in the wet, I have stood here from break of day. I have not found a ...
I fled Him down the nights and down the days I fled Him down the arches of the years I ...
1 Complacencies of the peignoir, and late Coffee and oranges in a sunny chair, And the green freedom of a ...
At the mid hour of night, when stars are weeping, I fly To the lone vale we loved, when life ...
"O Trade! O Trade! would thou wert dead! The Time needs heart -- 'tis tired of head: We're all for ...
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