Festus – XIII (Philip James Bailey Poems)
In one of earth'sHead cities, awaiting this, the effect unknown,Of evil, not, truly, all--wise, we towerlike rise;With eminent but indifferent ...
In one of earth'sHead cities, awaiting this, the effect unknown,Of evil, not, truly, all--wise, we towerlike rise;With eminent but indifferent ...
Now come, and next hereafter apprehendWhat sorts, how vastly different in form,How varied in multitudinous shapes they are-These old beginnings ...
A startled stag, the blue-grey Night, Leaps down beyond black pines. Behind—a length of yellow light— The hunter's arrow shines: His moccasins are stained ...
The warm pulse of the nation has grown chill; The muffled heart of Freedom, like a knell,Throbs solemnly for one whose ...
Sloth (I)Too many a Samsan lip your teeth indent:Too many a Sybil girl you lure to makeThe Great Refusal for ...
I was with thee in Heaven: I cannot tellIf years or moments, so the sudden bliss,When first we found, then ...
A COLD coiled line of mottled lead,He lies where grazing cattle tread,And lifts a fanged and spiteful head.His touch is ...
I awoke in the Midsummer not to call night, in the white and the walk of themorning:The moon, dwindled and ...
Thou, run to the dry on this wayside bank,Too plainly of all the propellers bereft!Quenched youth, and is that thy ...
We mix from many lands, We march for very far; In hearts and lips ...
Dead is he? Yes, our stranger guest said dead— said it by noonday, when it seemed a thing most natural ...
YOU go down shade to the river, where naked men sit on flat brown rocks, to watch the ferry, in ...
There was a sudden stir, Ages ago, on the Ӕgean Sea. With a loud cry, as of great agony, The ...
Too many a Samsan lip your teeth indent:Too many a Sybil girl you lure to makeThe Great Refusal for a ...
I awoke in the Midsummer not to call night, in the white and the walk of the morning: The moon, ...
When he was a youth of fifteen or twenty, He chased a wild horse, he caught him and rode him, ...
We mix from many lands, We march for very far; In hearts and lips and hands Our staffs and weapons ...
I There was Claw-fingered Kitty and Windy Ike living the life of shame, When unto them in the Long, Long ...
Through seas of dreams and seas of phantasies, Through seas of solitudes and vacancies, And through my Self, the deepest ...
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