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 ...
Ah, Geraldine, lost Geraldine, That night of love, when first we met, You have forgotten, Geraldine-- I never dreamed you would forget. Ah, Geraldine, ...
What a twitter! what a tumult! what a whirr of wheeling wings!Birds of Passage hear the message which the Equinoctial ...
Within Philistia's princely hallIs held a glorious festival,And on the fluctuant ether floatsThe music of the timbrel's notes,While living waves ...
All my life's short years had been stern and sterile — I stood like one whom the blasts blow back —As ...
THO' the Earth with age seems whitened,And her tresses hoary and oldNo longer are flushed mad brightenedBy glintings of brown ...
Who murmurs, hither, hither: whoWhere nought is audible so fills the ear?Where nought is visible can make appearA veil with ...
Sun on the mountain,Shade in the valley,Ripple and lightnessLeaping along the world,Sun, like a gold swordPlucked from the scabbard,Striking the ...
At the chill high tide of the night, At the turn of the fluctuant hours,When the waters of time ...
Evening is coming, the sun waxes red,Radiant colors from heaven are beamingLife's lustrous longings in infinite streaming;—Glory in death o'er ...
In a cool curving world he lies And ripples with dark ecstasies. The kind luxurious lapse and steal Shapes all ...
Sun on the mountain, Shade in the valley, Ripple and lightness Leaping along the world, Sun, like a gold sword ...
Between the wave-ridge and the strand I let you forth in sight of land, Songs that with storm-crossed wings and ...
At the chill high tide of the night, At the turn of the fluctuant hours, When the waters of time ...
The trumpets of the four winds of the world From the ends of the earth blow battle; the night heaves, ...
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