A Day In The Castle Of Envy (Wilfrid Scawen Blunt Poems)
The castle walls are full of eyes,And not a mouse may creep unseen.All the window slits are spies;And the towers ...
The castle walls are full of eyes,And not a mouse may creep unseen.All the window slits are spies;And the towers ...
First my Thalia stooped in sportive moodTo Syracusan strains, nor blushed withinThe woods to house her. When I sought to ...
TO VARUSFirst my Thalia stooped in sportive moodTo Syracusan strains, nor blushed withinThe woods to house her. When I sought ...
Dolefully sound, ye groves and Dorian waters,Lament, ye rivers, our beloved Bion;Mourn, all ye plants, and whisper low, ye forests;Ye ...
Popular Name for Lake Nemi.SHE floats into the quiet skies, Where, in the circle of hills, Her immemorial mirror fillsWith light, as ...
Procne, Philomela, and Itylus,Your names are liquid, your improbable taleIs recited in the classic numbers of the nightingale.Ah, but our ...
INOT only in the garden may be seenThe garden's beauty. Many a tree and fieldBeyond its bounds a touch of ...
If now the sun extends his cheering beam,And all the landscape casts a golden gleamClear is the sky, and calm ...
WHERE, countless as the stars of night, The daisies made a milky wayAcross fresh lawns, and flecked with light, Old Ilex groves ...
Here from the rifted rock, where boldly rise The ilex shining with perennial green, The gloomy pine, the beech's vivid skreen, Hoar oaks ...
a lyric elixir of deathembalmsthe spindle spirits of your hour glass loveson moon spun nightssetsicicled canopyfor corpses of poesywith roses ...
Heroes of elder days! untaught to yield,Who bled for Spain on many an ancient field;Ye, that around the oaken cross ...
No cloud to dim the splendour of the dayWhich breaks o'er Naples and her lovely bay,And lights that brilliant sea ...
——— A manly race Of unsubmitting spirit, wise and brave; Who still through bleeding ages struggled hard To hold a ...
Three windows cheerfully poured in the light: One from the east, where o'er the Sabine hills The sun ...
Though each one has a head of wood,Theirs is a wiser brotherhoodThan any man has understood:The giant sequoia, with his ...
O fountain of Blandusia, Whence crystal waters flow, With garlands gay and wine I'll pay The sacrifice I ...
Goaded and harassed in the factory That tears our life up into bits of days Ticked off upon a clock ...
Bird-watching colonels on the old sea wall, Down here at Dawlish where the slow trains crawl: Low tide lifting, on ...
Oh in the deep blue night The fountain sang alone; It sang to the drowsy heart Of a satyr carved ...
The little pink house is high on the hill And my heart is not what it used to be; It ...
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