The Waters of Babylon (Archbishop William Alexander Poems)
'C'est l? le myst?re apr?s lequel soupirent toutes les ?mes exil?es, qui s'affligent sur les fleuves de Babylon en se ...
'C'est l? le myst?re apr?s lequel soupirent toutes les ?mes exil?es, qui s'affligent sur les fleuves de Babylon en se ...
Whene'er mine eyes do my Amelia greet It is with such emotion ...
17851 O sunset, of the rise Unworthy!--that, so brave, so clear, so gay; This, prison'd in low-hanging earth-mists ...
O, ye Athenians, drunken with self-praise, What dreams I had of you, beside the sea, In far ...
IO crownless soul of Ishmael!Uplifting and unfolding the white tent of dreams against the sunless base of eternity!Looking up through ...
At the chill high tide of the night, At the turn of the fluctuant hours,When the waters of time ...
My brow is bent beneath a heavy rod! My face is wan and white with many woes!But I will lift ...
Waileth a woman, "O my God!"A breaking heart in a broken breath,A hopeless cry o'er her heart-hope's death!Can words catch ...
Low by the reedy sea went ancient Ops,Tracking for crownless Saturn: quietlyFrom her gray hair waned off the sober light,For ...
Le jeu ne vaut pas la chandelle.THIS treasure of love, these passion-flowers, Dear as desire, are dearly bought: ...
Why is there in the least touch of her hands More grace than other women's lips bestow, If love ...
The dreadful vision of my fears has burst Upon our unprotected heads at last; Gloom swallows gloom, blast rises over ...
A shame arose betwixt my Love and me. I am not worthy to be called her own. A thousand jeers ...
White founts falling in the Courts of the sun, And the Soldan of Byzantium is smiling as they run; There ...
Thou whose spell can raise the dead, Bid the prophet's form appear. "Samuel, raise thy buried head! "King, behold the ...
Thou whose spell can raise the dead, Bid the prophet's form appear. 'Samuel, raise thy buried head! King, behold the ...
Eagle of Austerlitz! where were thy wings When far away upon a barbarous strand, In fight unequal, by an obscure ...
All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does ...
At the chill high tide of the night, At the turn of the fluctuant hours, When the waters of time ...
WHAT miracle was it that made this grey Rathgar Seem holy earth, a leaping-place from star to star? I know ...
All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does ...
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