Ode To The Setting Sun (Francis Thompson Poems)
Alpha and Omega, sadness and mirth, The springing music, and its wasting breath--The fairest things in life are Death and ...
Alpha and Omega, sadness and mirth, The springing music, and its wasting breath--The fairest things in life are Death and ...
The leaves dance, the leaves sing,The leaves dance in the breath of the Spring.I bid them dance,I bid them sing,For ...
Hearken my chant, 'tisAs a Bacchante's,A grape-spurt, a vine-splash, a tossed tress, flown vaunt 'tis!Suffer my singing,Gipsy of Seasons, ere ...
SO many fruits come from rosesFrom the rose of all rosesFrom the unfolded roseRose of all the world.Admit that apples ...
This labouring, vast, Tellurian galleon,Riding at anchor off the orient sun,Had broken its cable, and stood out to spaceDown some ...
He gathered for His own delightThe sparkling waters of my soul.A thousand creatures, bubbling bright-He set me in a golden ...
I.Night, with her power to silence day,Filled up my lonely room,Quenching all sounds but one that layBeyond her passing doom,Where ...
In a white gully among fungus redWhere serpent logs lay hissing at the air,I found a kangaroo. Tall dewy,dead,So like ...
VERY red are the roses of Sharon, But redder thy mouth, There is nard, there is myrrh, in En Gedi, ...
White, glittering sunlight fills the market square, Spotted and sprigged with shadows. Double rows Of bartering booths spread out their ...
No, no, go not to Lethe, neither twist Wolf's-bane, tight-rooted, for its poisonous wine; Nor suffer thy pale forehead to ...
You happened to me. I was happened to like an abandoned building by a bull- dozer, like the van that ...
My father worked with a horse-plough, His shoulders globed like a full sail strung Between the shafts and the furrow. ...
In memory of Father Flye, 1884-1985 The strange and wonderful are too much with us. The protea of the antipodes-a ...
Now darkness ponds upon the violet hills; cicadas sing; the tall elms gently sway; and night bends near, a deepening ...
Black trees against an orange sky, Trees that the wind shook terribly, Like a harsh spume along the road, Quavering ...
Next, then, the peacock, gilt With all its feathers. Look, what gorgeous dyes Flow in the eyes! And how deep, ...
Long lines of cliff breaking have left a chasm; And in the chasm are foam and yellow sands; Beyond, red ...
Thief of the moon, thou robber of old delight, Thy charms have stolen the star-gold, quenched the moon- Cold, cold ...
A poem should be palpable and mute As a globed fruit, Dumb As old medallions to the thumb, Silent as ...
I. Sunrise. In my sleep I was fain of their fellowship, fain Of the live-oak, the marsh, and the main. ...
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