Religion and Death (Nathaniel Cotton Poems)
Lo! a form divinely brightDescends, and bursts upon my sight;A seraph of illustrious birth!(Religion was her name on earth);Supremely sweet ...
Lo! a form divinely brightDescends, and bursts upon my sight;A seraph of illustrious birth!(Religion was her name on earth);Supremely sweet ...
Henley, June 7, 1891. Shall we, to whom the stream by right belongs, Who travel silent, save, perchance, for songs; Whose track's a ripple,—leaves the Thames a lake, Nor frights the swan—scarce makes the rushes shake; Who harmonize, exemplify, complete And vivify a scene already sweet: Who travel careless on, from lock to lock, Oblivious that the world contains a clock, With pace commensurate to our desires, Propelled by other force than Stygian fire's; Shall we be driven hence to leave a place For these, who bring upon our stream disgrace: The rush, the roar, the stench, the smoke, the steam, The nightmare striking through our heavenly dream; The scream as shrill and hateful to the ear As when a peacock vents his rage and fear; Which churn to fury all a glassy reach, And heave rude breakers on a pebbly beach: Which half o'erwhelm with waves our frailer craft, While graceless shop-boys chuckle fore and aft: Foul water-toadstools, noisome filth-stained shapes, Fit only to be manned by dogs and apes: Blots upon nature: scars that mar her smile: Obscene, obtrusive, execrable, vile? (James Kenneth Stephen)
It cannot beRose, violet, lily,Their crushed life should retain,Flowers that recall thy sweetness be ensouled,And thou distil to nothing, thou ...
in the june night this dreamthe house borne on the foam of the cherry treesto the gurgling wash of the ...
We both are mortal; but thou, frailer creature, May'st die, like me, by chance, but not by nature. (Jonathan Swift)
IHe who has looked upon EarthDeeper than flower and fruit,Losing some hue of his mirth,As the tree striking rock at ...
Three long days o'er the barren steppe Where the earth lay dead in her winding-sheet She measured the hours from ...
FROM the squat tavern laughing to the eastHe turned; within the murmuring babbleceas'd;And red wine split on scattered roses thereExhaled ...
Who murmurs, hither, hither: whoWhere nought is audible so fills the ear?Where nought is visible can make appearA veil with ...
LADY, although we have not met,And may not meet, beneath the sky;And whether thine are eyes of jet,Gray, or dark ...
THOUGHT.A swift, successive chain of things,That flash, kaleidoscope-like, now in, now out,Now straight, now eddying in wild rings,No order, neither ...
Behold! I cover up this trail of tears A moment's weakness left upon my cheek, And hush my ...
It's more than just an easy word for casual good-bye;It's gayer than a greeting and it's sadder than a sigh;It ...
THIS tree, here fall'n, no common birth or deathShared with its kind. The world's enfranchised son,Who found the trees of ...
ALL loves have frailer roots than loves that startFrom one ancestral blood. The friends we findIn youth pass on before ...
THROUGH all the happy summer-timeYour fancy follows me,As lightly as the thistle-downComes floating out to sea.Frailer than any flower that ...
'My father still reads the dictionary every day. He says your life depends on your power to master words.' Arthur ...
Birds all the summer day Flutter and quarrel Here in the arbour-like Tent of the laurel. Here in the fork ...
'Tis better to be vile than vile esteemed When not to be receives reproach of being, And the just pleasure ...
'Tis better to be vile than vile esteem'd, When not to be receives reproach of being, And the just pleasure ...
In an opal dream cave I found a fairy: Her wings were frailer than flower petals, Frailer far than snowflakes. ...
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