An Apology for the Revival of Christian Architecture in England (Geoffrey Hill Poems)
the spiritual, Platonic old England .S. T. COLERIDGE, Anima Poetae'Your situation', said Coningsby, looking up the green and silent valley, ...
the spiritual, Platonic old England .S. T. COLERIDGE, Anima Poetae'Your situation', said Coningsby, looking up the green and silent valley, ...
II MAKE not my division of the hours By dials, clocks, or waking birds' acclaim, Nor measure seasons by the reigning flowers, The ...
ISome sort of heart I know is hers,-- I chanced to feel her pulse one night;A brain she has that never ...
A FRAGMENTA legend that grew in the forest's hushSlowly as tear-drops gather and gush,When a word some poet chanced to ...
The dandelions and buttercupsGild all the lawn; the drowsy beeStumbles among the clover-tops,And summer sweetens all but me:Away, unfruitful lore ...
"Oh! spare dual idols of the past, Whose lips are dumb, whose eyes are dim; Truth's diadem is not for himWho comes, ...
My country! by our fathers rearedAs champion of the world's opprest;Whose moral force the tyrant feared;Whose flag all struggling freemen ...
WELL speed thy mission, bold Iconoclast!Yet all unworthy of its trust thou art,If, with dry eye, and cold, unloving heart,Thou ...
Bowing thyself in dust before a Book,And thinking the great God is thine alone,O rash iconoclast, thou wilt not brookWhat ...
Bards of the Future! you that come With striding march, and roll of drum, What will your newest challenge be To our prose-bound ...
Trade, Trade versus Art,Brain, Brain versus Heart;Oh, the earthiness of these hard-hearted times,When clinking dollars, and jingling dimes,Drown all the ...
O Science! proud Iconoclast, thy wayIs strewed with fragments of our reverenceAnd love—idols with small or no pretence,Right oft, upon ...
TINGED with the blood of Aztec lands,Sphinx-like, the tawny herdsman stands,A coiled reata in his hands.Devoid of hope, devoid of ...
I She:When I settle with my hubbyIn our little home, He must not be wild and clubby, He must never ...
J'aime Monsieur Francois Rabelais, that Rough, shoulder-shrugging, laughing Frenchman,Who struts about, broad, red, and fat, With humour for his constant ...
'Twas but a dream; a fond and foolish dream; The calenture of a delirious brain,Whose fever thirst creates the rushing ...
HERE, aloof, I take my stand -Alien, iconoclast -Poet of a newer land,Confident, aggressive, lonely,Product of the present only,Thinking nothing ...
I am an iconoclast. I delightIn upsetting dignified customs; In seeing their frilled petticoatsAnd pantalettes fluttering,Upturned helplessly to heaven.I like ...
As I was carving images from clouds, And tinting them with soft ethereal dyes Pressed from the pulp of dreams, ...
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