The Silence (Emile Verhaeren Poems)
Ever since ending of the summer weather.When last the thunder and the lightning broke,Shatt'ring themselves upon it at one stroke,The ...
Ever since ending of the summer weather.When last the thunder and the lightning broke,Shatt'ring themselves upon it at one stroke,The ...
Oft when sweet music undulated round, Like the full moon out of a perfumed sea Thine image from the waves ...
When Passion week started and JesusCame down to the city, that dayHosannahs burst out at his entryAnd palm leaves were ...
When from his place a forest monarch falls, A thunder shakes the leafy leagues across,Reverberating to its utmost walls: ...
He came into the bird-shop where I stood -- A hulking giant, monumental, grim,A paragon of muscular manhood. "What is ...
Back to the kicthen, mein Gretchen! Back to the scullery, frau!You have dreamed your brief hour of a matriarch's pow'r: ...
Do you think that odes and sermons,And the ringing of church bells,And the blood of old men and young men,Martyred ...
My valiant fight! For I call it valiant,With my father's beliefs from old Virginia:Hating slavery, but no less war.I, full ...
Great Michelangelo, with age grown bleakAnd uttermost labours, having once o'ersaidAll grievous memories on his long life shed,This worst regret ...
MYSTERY: lo! betwixt the sun and moon Astarte of the Syrians: Venus Queen Ere Aphrodite was. In silver sheen Her ...
Spread on the roadway, With open-blown jackets, Like black, soaring pinions, They swoop down the hillside, The Cyclists. Seeming dark-plumaged ...
What instinct forces man to journey on, Urged by a longing blind but dominant! Nothing he sees can hold him, ...
Let me be to Thee as the circling bird, Or bat with tender and air-crisping wings That shapes in half-light ...
I like the old house tolerably well, Where I must dwell Like a familiar gnome; And yet I never shall ...
I Oh Galuppi, Baldassaro, this is very sad to find! I can hardly misconceive you; it would prove me deaf ...
LO! Victress on the peaks! Where thou, with mighty brow, regarding the world, (The world, O Libertad, that vainly conspired ...
Oft when sweet music undulated round, Like the full moon out of a perfumed sea Thine image from the waves ...
We sleep in the sleep of ages, the bleak, barbarian pines; The gray moss drapes us like sages, and closer ...
Night. O you whose countenance, dissolved in deepness, hovers above my face. You who are the heaviest counterweight to my ...
Do you think that odes and sermons, And the ringing of church bells, And the blood of old men and ...
My valiant fight! For I call it valiant, With my father's beliefs from old Virginia: Hating slavery, but no less ...
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