The Ecstasy (Arthur Symons Poems)
What is this reverence in extreme delight That waits upon my kisses as they Storm, Vehemently, this height Of Steep ...
What is this reverence in extreme delight That waits upon my kisses as they Storm, Vehemently, this height Of Steep ...
R.M.S. Lusitania. Sunk by German Submarine, 7th May, 1915 Long since their scattered bones are bleached and bare. Fishes have ...
The mother will not turn, who thinks she hearsHer nursling's speech first grow articulate;But breathless with averted eyes elateShe sits, ...
The wonder of light is your familiar tale,Pert wench, down to the nineteenth century:Mr. Rimbaud the Frenchman's apostasyAsserts the argument ...
Ah, woe is me, for Love hath lain asleep,Hath lain too long in some Circean close-Till on his dreaming wings ...
There have been times when I could storm and plead, But you shall never hear me supplicate. These long months ...
We expected the violin's finger on the upturned nerve;Its importunate cry, too laxly curved:And you drew us an oboe-outline, clean ...
One more Unfortunate, Weary of breath, Rashly importunate, Gone to her death! Take her up tenderly, Lift her with care; ...
Out of the woods by the creek cometh a calling for Peter, And from the orchard a voice echoes and ...
Come, my darling, let us dance To the moon that beckons us To dissolve our love in trance Heedless of ...
Come, my darling, let us dance To the moon that beckons us To dissolve our love in trance Heedless of ...
Miss J.Hunter Dunn, Miss J.Hunter Dunn, Furnish'd and burnish'd by Aldershot sun, What strenuous singles we played after tea, We ...
If this importunate heart trouble your peace With words lighter than air, Or hopes that in mere hoping flicker and ...
To the Memory of the Household It Describes This Poem is Dedicated by the Author "As the Spirit of Darkness ...
We expected the violin's finger on the upturned nerve; Its importunate cry, too laxly curved: And you drew us an ...
There have been times when I could storm and plead, But you shall never hear me supplicate. These long months ...
O DULL cold northern sky, O brawling sabbath bells, O feebly twittering Autumn bird that tells The year is like ...
Full of her long white arms and milky skin He had a thousand times remembered sin. Alone in the press ...
There is a drear and lonely tract of hell From all the common gloom removed afar: A flat, sad land ...
Of Heaven or Hell I have no power to sing, I cannot ease the burden of your fears, Or make ...
Alfonso is a handsome bronze-hued lad Of subtly-changing and surprising parts; His moods are storms that frighten and make glad, ...
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