Beyond (Ernest Christopher Dowson Poems)
Love's aftermath! I think the time is now That we must gather in, alone, apart The saddest crop of all ...
Love's aftermath! I think the time is now That we must gather in, alone, apart The saddest crop of all ...
314Nature-sometimes sears a Sapling-Sometimes-scalps a Tree-Her Green People recollect itWhen they do not die-Fainter Leaves-to Further Seasons-Dumbly testify-We-who have the ...
They lie, the men who tell us for reasons of their own That want is here a stranger, and that ...
Severe against the pleasant arc of sky The great stone box is cruelly displayed. The street becomes more dreary from ...
As I left the Halls at Lumley, rose the vision of a comely Maid last season worshipped dumbly, watched with ...
One more Unfortunate, Weary of breath, Rashly importunate, Gone to her death! Take her up tenderly, Lift her with care; ...
It has happened suddenly, by surprise, in an arbor, or while drinking good coffee, after speaking, or before, that I ...
I In the depths of the Greyhound Terminal sitting dumbly on a baggage truck looking at the sky waiting for ...
Nature -- sometimes sears a Sapling -- Sometimes -- scalps a Tree -- Her Green People recollect it When they ...
1 Senlin sits before us, and we see him. He smokes his pipe before us, and we hear him. Is ...
1 Senlin sits before us, and we see him. He smokes his pipe before us, and we hear him. Is ...
I write my name as one, On sands by waves o'errun Or winter's frosted pane, Traces a record vain. Oblivion's ...
The seed-at-zero shall not storm That town of ghosts, the trodden womb, With her rampart to his tapping, No god-in-hero ...
O purblind race of miserable men, How many among us at this very hour Do forge a life-long trouble for ...
It's in the heart of the grape where that smile lies. It's in the good-bye-bow in the hair where that ...
Lo, here the gentle lark, weary of rest, From his moist cabinet mounts up on high, And wakes the morning, ...
My Claudia, it is long since we have met, So kissed, so held each other heart to heart! I thought ...
Aye, but she? Your other sister and my other soul Grave Silence, lovelier Than the three loveliest maidens, what of ...
I have known the silence of the stars and of the sea, And the silence of the city when it ...
Chant we the story now Tho' in a ...
"O Trade! O Trade! would thou wert dead! The Time needs heart -- 'tis tired of head: We're all for ...
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