Gardens Of Babylon (Laura Benet Poems)
Huddled chimneys, grey, forlorn,In the deadened light of a city morn.Rooftops ranging, red and high,Tenement windows glaring, dry.And - flower ...
Huddled chimneys, grey, forlorn,In the deadened light of a city morn.Rooftops ranging, red and high,Tenement windows glaring, dry.And - flower ...
The morning comes, and thickening clouds prevail,Hanging like curtains all the horizon round,Or overhead in heavy stillness sail;So still is ...
I would not have you so kindly,Thus early in friendship's year-A little too gently, blindly,You let me near.So long as ...
One glorious day gleams through my memory still,Though lagging years have come and gone erewhile;That day whereon I seemed to ...
A LITTLE bird, with plumage brown,Beside my window flutters down,A moment chirps its little strain,Then taps upon my window-pane,And chirps ...
Distance is the cog wheelon the haunted axle of my hearing,grinding fine the deadened mindof that unborn godwaiting to be ...
Throughout the city, and the lands around, Soon ran the rumour that, from Israel's God, Moses a word had brought ...
THERE is an end of joy and sorrow;Peace all day long, all night, all morrow, But never a time ...
Hear me, Brother, gently met;Just a little, turn, not yet,Thou shalt laugh, and soon forget:Now the midnight draweth near.I have ...
In days, when the fruit of men's labour was sparing,And hearts were weary and nigh to break,A sweet grave man ...
SISTER of Faith and Charity, Where there are only three;Fit habitant of heaven, yet content, ...
When the sea is still as glass,And the whispering breezes passOn messages from zone to zone, or waft from pole ...
Another ray of light hath fled, another Southern braveHath fallen in his country's cause and found a laureled grave—Hath fallen, ...
Just at the corner of the street,Where meet the tides of human feet,She sits; a pity on her face,That will ...
FAR from the pure Castalian fount our feetHave strayed away where daily we unlearnHow Truth is one with Beauty. For ...
Closed like confessionals, they thread Loud noons of cities, giving back None of the glances they absorb. Light glossy grey, ...
"Was I at Eureka?" His figure was drawn to a youthful height, And a flood of proud recollections made the ...
BOOK I Deep in the shady sadness of a vale Far sunken from the healthy breath of morn, Far from ...
As the Sun withdrew his rays from the garden, and the moon threw cushioned beams upon the flowers, I sat ...
Up this green woodland-ride let's softly rove, And list the nightingale- she dwells just here. Hush ! let the wood-gate ...
My crippled sense fares bow'd along His uncompanioned way, And wronged by death pays life with wrong And I wake ...
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