Praeludium (Ben Jonson Poems)
And must I sing? What subject shall I choose!Or whose great name in poets' heaven use,For the more countenance to ...
And must I sing? What subject shall I choose!Or whose great name in poets' heaven use,For the more countenance to ...
DON'T go there at cockshut. None on us goBy yon track, for it's haunted. Didn't you know-Up on Scragg Head ...
Our blood is swayed by sunken moonsAnd lulled by midnights long foredone;We waken to a foundered sunIn Atlantean afternoons:Our blood ...
There are green islands in the city sea,Where all day long, the endless, passionate wavesBeat, yet destroy not; and their ...
"And there was no more sea." Thus said The Lord in the Vault above the Cherubim Calling to the Angels ...
Foundered March 24. 1878 1 The Eurydice-it concerned thee, O Lord: Three hundred souls, O alas! on board, Some asleep ...
"Aug." 10, 1911. Full moon to-night; and six and twenty years Since my full moon first broke from angel spheres! ...
"Aug." 10, 1911. Full moon to-night; and six and twenty years Since my full moon first broke from angel spheres! ...
From narrow provinces of fish and bread and tea, home of the long tides where the bay leaves the sea ...
There is a shattered palm on this fierce shore, its plumes the rusting helm- et of a dead warrior. Numb ...
Koening knew now there was no one on the river. Entering its brown mouth choking with lilies and curtained with ...
Earendil was a mariner that tarried in Arvernien; he built a boat of timber felled in Nimbrethil to journey in; ...
Tall ships and tall kings Three times three. What brought they from the foundered land Over the flowing sea? Seven ...
Dim, gradual thinning of the shapeless gloom Shudders to drizzling daybreak that reveals Disconsolate men who stamp their sodden boots ...
NOT thine where marble-still and white Old statues share the tempered light And mock the uneven modern flight, But in ...
OVER all the dream-built margin, flushed with grey and hoary light, Glint the bubble planets tossing in the dead black ...
I Partly to think, more to be left alone, George Annandale said something to his friends- A word or two, ...
All summer we moved in a villa brimful of echos, Cool as the pearled interior of a conch. Bells, hooves, ...
'Twas on a Sunday morning, and in the year of 1888, The steamer "Saxmundham," laden with coal and coke for ...
High on a throne of royal state, which far Outshone the wealth or Ormus and of Ind, Or where the ...
In sea-cold Lyonesse, When the Sabbath eve shafts down On the roofs, walls, belfries Of the foundered town, The Nereids ...
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