Ultimum (Francis Thompson Poems)
Now in these last spent drops, slow, slower shed,Love dies, Love dies, Love dies--ah, Love is dead!Sad Love in life, ...
Now in these last spent drops, slow, slower shed,Love dies, Love dies, Love dies--ah, Love is dead!Sad Love in life, ...
Bertha grew up to noble womanhood Full of the light of smiles, and in her eyes,As sweet as spring flowers ...
WHAT am I glad will stay when I have passed From this dear valley of the world, and stand On ...
To win, beloved Caroline from thee,One thought, in years when we shall sever'd be——Sever'd, perchance, by those deep waves, which ...
When the first sere leaves of the year were falling,I heard, with a heart that was strangely thrilled,Out of the ...
JONES plays the deuce with his grammar,Knocks time and tense into tin-tacks ;Brown, the big Visigoth, wielding blunt hammer,Mauls right ...
O, this is blessing, this is rest Unto Thine arms, O Lord, I flee:I hide me in Thy faithful breast,And ...
And does she still perceive, her curtain drawn, white fields, where maiden Dawn is anguish'd with the untold approach of ...
I did love thee, Lily Lee,As the petrel loves the sea,As the wild bee loves the thyme,As the poet loves ...
Lo! how the Heavens ponder now,They look so still and moody!And every leaf, and every bough,Are in a dark deep ...
Thou restless voice! that wandering up and down These forest paths, where for this many a day, I ...
1903 After Boer War Duly with knees that feign to quake-- Bent head and shaded brow,-- Yet once again, for ...
ENDYMION. A Poetic Romance. "THE STRETCHED METRE OF AN AN ANTIQUE SONG." INSCRIBED TO THE MEMORY OF THOMAS CHATTERTON. Book ...
BOOK I Deep in the shady sadness of a vale Far sunken from the healthy breath of morn, Far from ...
It was the pleasant season yet, When the stones at cottage doors Dry quickly, while the roads are wet, After ...
Jesus driving out the spirit the legion, the mob within him Changing him utterly no longer crazed dressed and in ...
The Waste Land by T. S. Eliot "Nam Sibyllam quidem Cumis ego ipse oculis meis vidi in ampulla pendere, et ...
Not in the solitude Alone may man commune with heaven, or see Only in savage wood And sunny vale, the ...
An imaginary composer.] I. Hist, but a word, fair and soft! Forth and be judged, Master Hugues! Answer the question ...
Down on the shore, on the sunny shore! Where the salt smell cheers the land; Where the tide moves bright ...
See you the towers, that, gray and old, Frown through the sunlight's liquid gold, Steep sternly fronting steep? The Hellespont ...
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