Festus – XLII (Philip James Bailey Poems)
The soul--state, intermediate 'twixt earth's lifeAnd the world future, unconceived till seen,We search with curious awe; mark dormant death;Nor, joyless, ...
The soul--state, intermediate 'twixt earth's lifeAnd the world future, unconceived till seen,We search with curious awe; mark dormant death;Nor, joyless, ...
I, who erewhile the happy Garden sungBy one man's disobedience lost, now singRecovered Paradise to all mankind,By one man's firm ...
II MAKE not my division of the hours By dials, clocks, or waking birds' acclaim, Nor measure seasons by the reigning flowers, The ...
We look up to the stars tonight, Idolatrous of them, And dream that Heaven is in sight, And each a ray of purest ...
But shone superior in degree,That Morning Star so bright,Which rising on our darken'd world,Dispell'd the gloom of night.Transcendently illustrious,Appear his ...
I wonder if the spell, the mystery,That like a haze about your silence clings,Moulding your void until we seem to ...
Where is Australia, singer, do you know? These sordid farms and joyless factories, Mephitic mines and lanes of pallid woe? ...
If faithful souls be alike glorified As angels, then my fathers soul doth see, And adds this even to full ...
Oh, let me not serve so, as those men serve Whom honour's smokes at once fatten and starve; Poorly enrich't ...
"Me too, perchance, in future days, The sculptured stone shall show, With Paphian myrtle or with bays Parnassian on my ...
'Tis true, Idoloclastes Satyrane ! (So call him, for so mingling blame with praise, And smiles with anxious looks, his ...
I, who erewhile the happy Garden sung By one man's disobedience lost, now sing Recovered Paradise to all mankind, By ...
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