Alexander’s Feast; Or, The Power Of Music (John Dryden Poems)
'Twas at the royal feast for Persia won By Philip's warlike son- Aloft in awful state The godlike hero sate ...
'Twas at the royal feast for Persia won By Philip's warlike son- Aloft in awful state The godlike hero sate ...
I IN EXCELSIS Two dwellings, Peace, are thine. One is the mountain-height, Uplifted in the loneliness of light Beyond the ...
I PRELUDE Daughter of Psyche, pledge of that last night When, pierced with pain and bitter-sweet delight, She knew her ...
Like a long arrow through the dark the train is darting, Bearing me far away, after a perfect day of ...
They tell me thou art rich, my country: gold In glittering flood has poured into thy chest; Thy flocks and ...
Although it is night, I sit in the bathroom, waiting. Sweat prickles behind my knees, the baby-breasts are alert. Venetian ...
I have a friend who still believes in heaven. Not a stupid person, yet with all she knows, she literally ...
She dealt her pretty words like Blades -- How glittering they shone -- And every One unbared a Nerve Or ...
Fairer through Fading -- as the Day Into the Darkness dips away -- Half Her Complexion of the Sun -- ...
Escaping backward to perceive The Sea upon our place -- Escaping forward, to confront His glittering Embrace -- Retreating up, ...
Severer Service of myself I -- hastened to demand To fill the awful Vacuum Your life had left behind -- ...
I The rutted roads are all like iron; skies Are keen and brilliant; only the oak-leaves cling In the bare ...
Velvet soft the night-star glowed Over the untrodden road, Through the giant glades of yew ...
Velvet soft the night-star glowed Over the untrodden road, Through the giant glades of yew ...
Hast thou a charm to stay the morning-star In his steep course? So long he seems to pause On thy ...
Verse, a Breeze 'mid blossoms straying, Where HOPE clung feeding, like a bee-- Both were mine ! Life went a-maying ...
Part I It is an ancient Mariner, And he stoppeth one of three. 'By thy long grey beard and glittering ...
These tiny loiterers on the barley's beard, And happy units of a numerous herd Of playfellows, the laughing Summer brings, ...
In the usual iconography of the temple or the local Wok you would never see him doing such a thing, ...
What is she writing? Watch her now, How fast her fingers move ! How eagerly her youthful brow Is bent ...
On a sunny brae, alone I lay One summer afternoon; It was the marriage-time of May With her young lover, ...
The day had been a day of wind and storm;-- The wind was laid, the storm was overpast,-- And stooping ...
O constellations of the early night, That sparkled brighter as the twilight died, And made the darkness glorious! I have ...
Mamua, when our laughter ends, And hearts and bodies, brown as white, Are dust about the doors of friends, Or ...
In a cool curving world he lies And ripples with dark ecstasies. The kind luxurious lapse and steal Shapes all ...
Black trees against an orange sky, Trees that the wind shook terribly, Like a harsh spume along the road, Quavering ...
I shall go away To the brown hills, the quiet ones, The vast, the mountainous, the rolling, Sun-fired and drowsy! ...
"Oh yes, I went over to Edmonstoun the other day and saw Johnny, mooning around as usual! He will never ...
Remember him, whom Passion's power Severely---deeply---vainly proved: Remember thou that dangerous hour, When neither fell, though both were loved. That ...
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