When it was autumn in Eden (Ian Emberson Poem)
When it was autumn in Eden and chestnuts held golden leaves against dimming light , Eve touched her toes on ...
When it was autumn in Eden and chestnuts held golden leaves against dimming light , Eve touched her toes on ...
In pious times, ere priest-craft did begin, Before polygamy was made a sin; When man, on many, multipli'd his kind, ...
'Twas Love -- not me -- Oh punish -- pray -- The Real one died for Thee -- Just Him ...
Awakening in the twenty four hour embrace of a few moments sleep, where half a lifetime eludes dreams; and feeling ...
'Tis true, dear Ben, thy just chastising hand Hath fix'd upon the sotted age a brand To their swoll'n pride ...
"There is no God," the wicked saith, "And truly it's a blessing, For what He might have done with us ...
Thus heav'nward all things tend. For all were once Perfect, and all must be at length restor'd. So God has ...
This is the feast of heavenly wine, And God invites to sup; The juices of the living Vine Were press'd ...
(Judges, vi.25) Jesus! whose blood so freely stream'd To satisfy the law's demand; By Thee from guilt and wrath redeem'd, ...
For Margot Snow that fallest from heaven, bear me aloft on thy wings To the domes of the star-girdled Seven, ...
For Margot Snow that fallest from heaven, bear me aloft on thy wings To the domes of the star-girdled Seven, ...
THE PROLOGUE. This worthy limitour, this noble Frere, He made always a manner louring cheer* *countenance Upon the Sompnour; but ...
And this reft house is that the which he built, Lamented Jack ! And here his malt he pil'd, Cautious ...
Ere the birth of my life, if I wished it or no No question was asked me--it could not be ...
Ere on my bed my limbs I lay, It hath not been my use to pray With moving lips or ...
The successful man has thrust himself Through the water of the years, Reeking wet with mistakes -- Bloody mistakes; Slimed ...
The Barrister's Dream They sought it with thimbles, they sought it with care; They pursued it with forks and hope; ...
Dedication Inscribed to a dear Child: in memory of golden summer hours and whispers of a summer sea. Girt with ...
up or down from the infinite C E N T E R B R I M M I N G ...
I'm buried now; I've done with life; I've done with hate, revenge and strife; I've done with joy, and hope ...
Lough, vessel, plough the British main, Seek the free ocean's wider plain; Leave English scenes and English skies, Unbind, dissever ...
I've quenched my lamp, I struck it in that start Which every limb convulsed, I heard it fall The crash ...
The moon is full this winter night; The stars are clear, though few; And every window glistens bright, With leaves ...
When weary with the long day's care, And earthly change from pain to pain, And lost and ready to despair, ...
Death! that struck when I was most confiding In my certain faith of joy to be - Strike again, Time's ...
Oh! could I hope the wise and pure in heart Might hear my song without a frown, nor deem My ...
Stranger, if thou hast learned a truth which needs No school of long experience, that the world Is full of ...
Matron! the children of whose love, Each to his grave, in youth have passed, And now the mould is heaped ...
1 Sometime now past in the Autumnal Tide, 2 When Ph{oe}bus wanted but one hour to bed, 3 The trees ...
Whene'er I view those lips of thine, Their hue invites my fervent kiss; Yet, I forego that bliss divine, Alas! ...
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