The Flower Of Flame (Robert Nichols Poems)
IAS round the cliff I came aloneThe whole bay bared its blaze to me;Loud sang the wind, the wild sun ...
IAS round the cliff I came aloneThe whole bay bared its blaze to me;Loud sang the wind, the wild sun ...
FAR from the northward, from the cloven ridges,Pine-girt, deep-drifted with bewildering snows,By ice-plowed gorge, the leaping river bridges,Light span by ...
Companion of my vigil, silently,At midnight, when the voiceful world is still,Alone with me thou watchest. PeaceablyThy radiance stems the ...
I straightened my back from turmut-hoeingAnd saw, with suddenly opened eyes,Tall trees, a meadow ripe for mowing,And azure June's cloud-circled ...
Far inland, where the sea,Throughout the day,Lives but in memory—From twilight grayAs foamless tides of sleepTheir heights attain—Back to the ...
Between the green bud and the redYouth sat and sang by Time, and shed From eyes and tresses flowers ...
One idle day --A mile or so of sunlit waves off shore -- In a breezeless bay, We ...
This morning more mysterious seems the sea Than yesterday when, with reverberant roar, It charged upon the beaches, and the ...
Amid the glare of light and song And talk that knows not when to cease, The sullen voices of ...
Sweet twining hedgeflowers wind-stirred in no wiseOn this June day; and hand that clings in hand:-Still glades; and meeting faces ...
Against my heart your heart is closed; you bid me go:What ways are left in all the world for love ...
1902 Who hath desired the Sea? -- the sight of salt wind-hounded -- The heave and the halt and the ...
1 Faster, faster, 2 O Circe, Goddess, 3 Let the wild, thronging train 4 The bright procession 5 Of eddying ...
The Youth Faster, faster, O Circe, Goddess, Let the wild, thronging train The bright procession Of eddying forms, Sweep through ...
The trumpets of the four winds of the world From the ends of the earth blow battle; the night heaves, ...
Between the green bud and the red Youth sat and sang by Time, and shed From eyes and tresses flowers ...
Emily, A ship is floating in the harbour now, A wind is hovering o'er the mountain's brow; There is a ...
She fears him, and will always ask What fated her to choose him; She meets in his engaging mask All ...
If I were Lord of Tartary, Myself, and me alone, My bed should be of ivory, Of beaten gold my ...
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