Orient Ode (Francis Thompson Poems)
Lo, in the sanctuaried East,Day, a dedicated priestIn all his robes pontifical exprest,Lifteth slowly, lifteth sweetly,From out its Orient tabernacle ...
Lo, in the sanctuaried East,Day, a dedicated priestIn all his robes pontifical exprest,Lifteth slowly, lifteth sweetly,From out its Orient tabernacle ...
THE TURN Brave infant of Saguntum, clear Thy coming forth in that great year, ...
To the Immortal Memory and Friendship of that Noble Pair, Sir LuciusCary and Sir Henry Morison.I.THE TURN. Brave infant of ...
O THOU ! to whom each thought unchanging tends,To thee these lines a wretched captive sends.In vain did love our ...
The TurnBrave infant of Saguntum, clearThy coming forth in that great year,When the prodigious Hannibal did crownHis rage, with razing ...
Oft have we parted Love! beforeWith prospects darkly shadow'd o'er,But never have we sunder'd yet,With such wild hopelessness as now,Since ...
I am Arnaut who nets the breezeand with an ox pursues the hareand swims against the rising seas.' I am ...
Oh, praise me now if you would pleaseMy soul with soothing flatteries.Praise with my living clay agrees. ...
The wailful sweetness of the violin Floats down the hush-ed waters of the wind,The heart-strings of the throbbing harp begin ...
Such, and so differing is the characterOf the plebeian and philosopher.Now the proficient, he that labours onTowards perfection, by these ...
Yes ! I answered you last night ; " No !" this morning, Sir, I say ! Colours, seen ...
I hear the oriole's always-grieving voice,And the rich summer's welcome loss I hearIn the sickle's serpentine hissCutting the corn's ear ...
THE TURN Brave infant of Saguntum, clear Thy coming forth in that great year, When the prodigious Hannibal did crown ...
Partly to verify an era, partly also to pass the time, last night I picked up a collection of Ptolemaic ...
After the wolves and before the elms the bardic order ended in Ireland. Only a few remained to continue a ...
I hear the oriole's always-grieving voice, And the rich summer's welcome loss I hear In the sickle's serpentine hiss Cutting ...
"Yes," I answered you last night; "No," this morning, Sir, I say. Colours seen by candlelight, Will not look the ...
Chloe, In verse by your command I write. Shortly you'll bid me ride astride, and fight: These talents better with ...
Now, man of croziers, shadows called our names And then away, away, like whirling flames; And now fled by, mist-covered, ...
Hear I the creaking gate unclose? The gleaming latch uplifted? No--'twas the wind that, whirring, rose, Amidst the poplars drifted! ...
Perplexed and troubled at his bad success The Tempter stood, nor had what to reply, Discovered in his fraud, thrown ...
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