Orient Ode (Francis Thompson Poems)
Lo, in the sanctuaried East,Day, a dedicated priestIn all his robes pontifical exprest,Lifteth slowly, lifteth sweetly,From out its Orient tabernacle ...
Lo, in the sanctuaried East,Day, a dedicated priestIn all his robes pontifical exprest,Lifteth slowly, lifteth sweetly,From out its Orient tabernacle ...
To G.E.M.'Tis a little room, my friend—Baby walks from end to end;All the things look sadly realThis hot noontide unideal;Vaporous ...
Life is not all for effort: there are hours,When fancy breaks from the exacting will,And rebel though takes schoolboy's holiday,Rejoicing ...
Long, long ago, it seems, this summer mornThat pale-browed April passed with pensive treadThrough the frore woods, and from its ...
O Dwellers at the back of the North Wind,What have we done to you? How have we sinnedWandering the Earth ...
This labouring, vast, Tellurian galleon,Riding at anchor off the orient sun,Had broken its cable, and stood out to spaceDown some ...
O to go out once more and see the moon's clear shining Break on the waters into silver bars,Hear ...
I.The sky has turned its heart away,The earth its sorrow found;The daisies turn from childhood's play,And creep into the ground.The ...
How the blithe Lark runs up the golden stairThat leans through cloudy gates from Heaven to Earth,And all alone in ...
Bring, in this timeless grave to throw, No cypress, sombre on the snow; Snap not from the bitter yew His ...
LORD, is it Thou disguised in Palmer's weed, That coming in life's early morning frore, Standest so humbly knocking at ...
"BROWN earth-line meets gray heaven, And all the land looks sad; But Love 's the little leaven That ...
XLVI Bring, in this timeless grave to throw No cypress, sombre on the snow; Snap not from the bitter yew ...
Feet and faces tingle In that frore land: Legs wobble and go wingle, You scarce can stand. The skies are ...
I LEGEND Long ago Apollo called to Aristæus, youngest of the shepherds, Saying, "I will make you keeper of my ...
1 They that in play can do the thing they would, Having an instinct throned in reason's place, --And every ...
And the first grey of morning fill'd the east, And the fog rose out of the Oxus stream. But all ...
I. WINTER IN NORTHUMBERLAND OUTSIDE the garden The wet skies harden; The gates are barred on The summer side: "Shut ...
ROSALIND, HELEN, and her Child. SCENE. The Shore of the Lake of Como. HELEN Come hither, my sweet Rosalind. 'T ...
What links are ours with orbs that are So resolutely far: The solitary asks, and they Give radiance as from ...
High on a throne of royal state, which far Outshone the wealth or Ormus and of Ind, Or where the ...
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