Passing Brightness (John William Inchbold Poems)
The sun's full orb dipped in the quiet sea With tints more deeply dyed than loom of Tyre, Arrayed in clouds of ...
The sun's full orb dipped in the quiet sea With tints more deeply dyed than loom of Tyre, Arrayed in clouds of ...
High summer Noon! Yon crow of all his kindStands indefatigably impudent--A vigilant scout upon a battlementOf his vast fortress. Underneath ...
Here met three nations, panoplied for fight, Moving before the vision gorgeously;Then shamed with Battle's gloom the paling Night, Upon the land ...
Thunder blossoms gorgeously above our heads,Great, hollow, bell-like flowers,Rumbling in the wind,Stretching clappers to strike our ears . . .Full-lipped ...
All night in slumber deep the armies lay: But, while the eastern sky with first faint beam Yet dimly reddened; ...
Rapt with the rage of mine own ravish'd thought,Through contemplation of those goodly sights,And glorious images in heaven wrought,Whose wondrous ...
'Again the sun is hot and high in heaven;The rustic sweats beneath the sultry ray;The idler seeks the shady walk; ...
From time to time, lifting his eyes, he seesThe soft blue starlight through the one small window,The moon above black ...
Written for a little girl on her eleventh birthday.Fleeting time is on the wing—Surely Winter, joyous Spring,Glowing Summer, Autumn sere,Mark ...
Alas my loue, ye do me wrong, to cast me off discurteously: And I haue loued you so long Delighting ...
I called on dreams and visions, to discloseThat which is veil'd from waking thought; conjuredEternity, as men constrain a ghostTo ...
As the shifting sands of the desert Are born by the simoon's wrath,And in wanton and fleet confusion, Are strewn ...
Lucifer craved one boon of God After his fall, as his own to hold; So He gave ...
Answer me, burning stars of night,Where is the spirit gone, That past the reach of human sight,As a swift breeze ...
What islands marvellous are these,That gem the sunset's tides of light--Opals aglow in saffron seas?How beautiful they lie, and bright,Like ...
COME to the river-bank with me; For there are plumed ferns of crescent green, And in the wine-dark pools are ...
I walk down the garden paths, And all the daffodils Are blowing, and the bright blue squills. I walk down ...
From time to time, lifting his eyes, he sees The soft blue starlight through the one small window, The moon ...
A quay with vessels moored Thomas To India! Yea, here I may take ship; From here the courses go over ...
Rapt with the rage of mine own ravish'd thought, Through contemplation of those goodly sights, And glorious images in heaven ...
Rapt with the rage of mine own ravish'd thought, Through contemplation of those goodly sights, And glorious images in heaven ...
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