Festus – XXXVII (Philip James Bailey Poems)
Not on one plane indeviable, the soulMakes way, but moonlike waveringly as thoughNot to advance for a time content; the ...
Not on one plane indeviable, the soulMakes way, but moonlike waveringly as thoughNot to advance for a time content; the ...
"Delightful are trees and fields with the outgrowth of new tender-leaves and crops, Lodhra trees are with their blossomy flowers, ...
Daphnis beneath a rustling ilex-treeHad sat him down; Thyrsis and CorydonHad gathered in the flock, Thyrsis the sheep,And Corydon the ...
MELIBOEUS, CORYDON, THYRSISDaphnis beneath a rustling ilex-treeHad sat him down; Thyrsis and CorydonHad gathered in the flock, Thyrsis the sheep,And ...
The bulging cloud mounts lazily In shade where sunlight glances through, And sweeping lightly from the tree Melts indolently in the blue. The scanty ...
Let other bards with nobler talents sing The beauties of the mild, maturer spring. My rustic Muse on bleaker times must dwell, When ...
AGRO DOLCEThe wind is roistering out of doors,My windows shake and my chimney roars;My Elmwood chimneys seem crooning to me,As ...
In the gleam and gloom of the April weather, When the snows have flown in the brooklet's flood,And the Showers and ...
Snowflakes are dancing.They run down out of heaven.Coming home from somewhere down the long tired roadThey flake us sometimesThe way ...
IThe sister Hours in circles linked,Daughters of men, of men the mates,Are gone on flow with the day that winked,With ...
Part 02: His Futile Preoccupations - 01I am a house, says Senlin, locked and darkened, Sealed from the sun with ...
Are they indeed the bitterest tears we shed Those we let fall over the silent dead? Can our ...
TO POSEIDON. I.God of the mighty deep! wherever now The waves beneath thy brazen axles bow; Whether thy strong, proud ...
The day was still, the sun's bright glare Fell sheer upon the Temple's beauteous wall Withered by tropic heat, the ...
There stood a low and ivied roof,As gazing rustics tell,In times of chivalry and song'Yclept the holy well.Above the ivies' ...
BARE and sunshiny, bright and bleak, Rounded cold as a dead maid's cheek, Folded white as a sinner's shroud, Or ...
GRASS-BLADES push up between the cobblestones And catch the sun on their flat sides Shooting it back, Gold and emerald, ...
Just as the hay-fields on the cliff-top draw Seafarers---yea, two miles away from land! Bringing sweet thoughts of many a ...
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