Sonnet (Charles Sangster Poems)
I sat within the temple of her heart, And watched the living Soul as it passed through, Arrayed in pearly ...
I sat within the temple of her heart, And watched the living Soul as it passed through, Arrayed in pearly ...
When do I see thee most, beloved one?When in the light the spirits of mine eyesBefore thy face, their altar, ...
Chryselephantine, clear as carven name,Before my gaze thy soul's eidolon stands,As on the threshold of the frozen landsA frozen sun ...
The imperishable phantoms, Love and Fame,Nor Beauty, burning on the mist and mireA fugitive uncapturable fire,Nor God, that is a ...
There is in Egypt by the ancient NileA temple of imperishable stone,Stupendous, columned, hieroglyphed, and knownTo all the world as ...
La Belgique ne regrette rienNot with her ruined silver spires,Not with her cities shamed and rent,Perish the imperishable firesThat shape ...
It must have been in March the rug wore through. Now the day passes and I stare At warped pine ...
1901 Not in the camp his victory lies Or triumph in the market-place, Who is his Nation's sacrifice To turn ...
You open to me a little, then grow afraid and close again, a small boy fearing to be hurt, a ...
After the separation of death one can eventually swallow back one's grief, but the separation of the living is an ...
They say there's a high windless world and strange, Out of the wash of days and temporal tide, Where Faith ...
Eternally the choking steam goes up From the black pools of seething oil. . . . How merry Those little ...
While his wife earned the living, Rabbi Henry studied the Torah, writing commentaries more likely to be burnt than printed. ...
MOTHER of memories, mistress of mistresses, O thou, my pleasure, thou, all my desire, Thou shalt recall the beauty of ...
SHALL I strew on thee rose or rue or laurel, Brother, on this that was the veil of thee? Or ...
The trumpets of the four winds of the world From the ends of the earth blow battle; the night heaves, ...
1 Complacencies of the peignoir, and late Coffee and oranges in a sunny chair, And the green freedom of a ...
WHAT domination of what darkness dies this hour, And through what new, rejoicing, winged, ethereal power O'erthrown, the cells opened, ...
I MUSE among these silent fanes Whose spacious darkness guards your dust; Around me sleep the hoary plains That hold ...
All night the dreadless Angel, unpursued, Through Heaven's wide champain held his way; till Morn, Waked by the circling Hours, ...
There by the window in the old house Perched on the bluff, overlooking miles of valley, My days of labor ...
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