A Lament (Philip Bourke Marston Poems)
My friend has left me, he has gone away;Before his time-so long before-he went.Bright was the dawn of his unended ...
My friend has left me, he has gone away;Before his time-so long before-he went.Bright was the dawn of his unended ...
Forth from Calais, at dawn of night, when sunset summer on autumn shone,Fared the steamer alert and loud through seas ...
I. SPRING ON THE HILLSAh, shall I follow, on the hills,The Spring, as wild wings follow?Where wild-plum trees make wan ...
I Eve goes slowly Dancing lightlyClad with shadow up the hills; Birds their singing Cease at last, and silenceFalling like fine rain the valley ...
In those old days you were called beautiful,But I have worn the beauty from your face;The flowerlike bloom has withered ...
I send you here a wreath of blossoms blown,And woven flowers at sunset gathered,Another dawn had seen them ruined, and ...
The flowerlikeanimal perfumein the god's curlyhair -don't assumethat like a flowerhis attributesare there to temptyou ordirect the moth'shunger -simply he ...
My spirit only lived to look on Beauty's face,As only when they clasp the arms seem served aright;As in their ...
I.SEVEN white roses on one tree, Seven white loaves of blameless leaven,Seven white sails on one soft sea,Seven white ...
Stretched on a sunny bank he lay at rest, Ferns at his elbow, lilies round his knees, With sweet flesh ...
Forth from Calais, at dawn of night, when sunset summer on autumn shone, Fared the steamer alert and loud through ...
Inside this northern summer's fold The fields are full of naked gold, Broadcast from heaven on lands it loves; The ...
Stretched on a sunny bank he lay at rest, Ferns at his elbow, lilies round his knees, With sweet flesh ...
My spirit only lived to look on Beauty's face, As only when they clasp the arms seem served aright; As ...
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