Threnody (Bion of Smyrna Poems)
I weep for Adonais--he is dead! Dead Adonais lies, and mourning all, The Loves wail round ...
I weep for Adonais--he is dead! Dead Adonais lies, and mourning all, The Loves wail round ...
She stood by my side with a queenly air, Her face it was young and proud and fair; She held ...
The sun sets brightly — but a ruddier glowO'er Afric's heaven the flames of Carthage throw;Her walls have sunk, and ...
Proud mother of a race that reared The brave and good of ours,Lo! on thy bleeding bosom lie Thy pale ...
PALE ocean rock! that, like a phantom shape, Or some mysterious spirit's tenement, Risest amid this weltering waste of waves, ...
Little woman, hourly sitting, Something for a soldier knitting, What in fancy can you see? Many pictures ...
SOME summer mornings - when you've taken teaToo late the night before - perhaps you'll see,If at some Berkshire farmhouse ...
THERE is an evening twilight of the heart,When its wild passion-waves are lulled to rest,And the eye see's life's fairy ...
There is a magic kingdom of strange powers,Thought-hidden, lit by other stars than ours;And, when a wanderer through its mazes ...
Ere the morn the East has crimsoned, When the stars are twinkling there,(As they did in Watts's Hymns, and Made ...
Maiden! in whose kindling eye,Burns the fire of prophecy,On whose brow its glories shine,Priestess at the hidden shrine;Tell me what ...
Oh, what would you have, you splendid sun, With your restless eyes of fire? And why do you lean o'er ...
Where the Great Chief's sullen crestLooks over the land,The splendour floods from the west,Ruddied and grand.Like a vast Armada's wreckedAnd ...
She did not trail her grief in the dustLike a bedraggled scarfTo tangle at the hearts of unwary passers.Grief sat ...
Life is a stream On which we strew Petal by petal the flower of our heart; The end lost in ...
NOW, rallying once if ne'er again, With flag at half-mast flown, A people in dire need and strain Mans Tyra's ...
I love all sights of earth and skies, From flowers that glow to stars that shine; The comet and the ...
THROUGH my north window, in the wintry weather,-- My airy oriel on the river shore,-- I watch the sea-fowl as ...
In a still room at hush of dawn, My Love and I lay side by side And heard the roaming ...
Six bulls I saw as black as jet, With crimsoned horns and amber eyes That chewed their cud without a ...
On March 1, 1958, four deserters from the French Army of North Africa, August Rein, Henri Bruette, Jack Dauville, & ...
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