The Sage And The Woman (Donald Marquis Poems)
'TWIXT ancient Beersheba and Dan Another such a caravan Dazed Palestine had never seen As that which bore Sabea's queen ...
'TWIXT ancient Beersheba and Dan Another such a caravan Dazed Palestine had never seen As that which bore Sabea's queen ...
We stood among the boats and nets . . . We marked the risen moon Walk swaying o'er the trembling ...
IX"My lips do need thy breath, My lips do need thy smile, And my pallid eyne, ...
About Zule, quhen the wind blew cule,And the round tables began,A'! there is cum to our kings courtMony a well-favourd ...
WHERE tides of tossed wistaria bloom Foam up in purple turbulence, Where twining boughs have built a room And wing'd ...
Brothers and men that shall after us be,Let not your hearts be hard to us:For pitying this our miseryYe shall ...
IT shifts and shifts from form to form, It drifts and darkles, gleams and glows; It is the passion of ...
DREAMERS, drinkers, rebel youth, Where's the folly free and fine You and I mistook for truth? Wits and wastrels, friends ...
All my stars forsake me,And the dawn-winds shake me.Where shall I betake me?Whither shall I runTill the set of sun,Till ...
The strength of twice three thousand horse That seeks the single goal; The line that holds the rending course, The ...
Ah, Posthumus! our years hence fly And leave no sound: nor piety, Or prayers, or vow Can keep the wrinkle ...
A Whimsey AH, child, thou art but half thy darling mother's; Hers couldst thou wholly be, My light in thee ...
Love in a humor play'd the prodigal And bade my Senses to a solemn feast; Yet, more to grace the ...
Eclogue the First. Whanne Englonde, smeethynge from her lethal wounde, From her galled necke dyd twytte the chayne awaie, Kennynge ...
THE FIRST BOOKE OF THE FAERIE QUEENE Contayning THE LEGENDE OF THE KNIGHT OF THE RED CROSSE, OR OF HOLINESSEProemi ...
CANTO IIII To sinfull house of Pride, Duessa guides the faithfull knight, Where brothers death to wreak Sansjoy doth chalenge ...
Ah whither, Love, wilt thou now carry me? What wontless fury dost thou now inspire Into my feeble breast, too ...
Rapt with the rage of mine own ravish'd thought, Through contemplation of those goodly sights, And glorious images in heaven ...
Rapt with the rage of mine own ravish'd thought, Through contemplation of those goodly sights, And glorious images in heaven ...
AH whither, Love, wilt thou now carry me? What wontless fury dost thou now inspire Into my feeble breast, too ...
FROM off a hill whose concave womb reworded A plaintful story from a sistering vale, My spirits to attend this ...
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