Lilith (Henry Kendall Poems)
Strange is the song, and the soul that is singing Falters because of the vision it sees;Voice that is not of ...
Strange is the song, and the soul that is singing Falters because of the vision it sees;Voice that is not of ...
My friend, 0, my dearly beloved!O, do you feel, do you know,How the times and the seasons are going;Are they ...
Prelude I SEE the boy-bard neath life's morning skies, While hope's bright cohorts guess ...
LAND of departed fame! whose classic plains Have proudly echo'd to immortal strains; Whose hallow'd soil hath given the great ...
The Contemplation.ARGUMENT. Pango nec humanis Opus enarrabile Verbis, Quae meli?s possem Mira silendo loqui! Da, DEUS, Illa canam, quae Vox ...
The Inammoration.ARGUMENT. O, DEUS, aut nullo caleat mihi Pectus ab Igne! Aut solo caleat Pectus ab Igne Tui! Languet ut ...
How calm the spangled city spread below! How cool the night! How fair the starry skies! How sweet the dewy ...
I. (Macauley, who made it):Pour, varlet, pour the water,The water steaming hot!A spoonful for each man of us,Another for the ...
"AT length, departed saint! thy pangs are o'er, And earthly suff'ring shall be thine no more; Like some young rose-bud, ...
II lie upon my bed and hear and see.The moon is rising through the glistening trees;And momently a great and ...
What do they dream about standing there In the windows facing the street?Eyes transfixed in a strange, far stare, Smiles ...
Hear me, Lord of the Stars! For thee I have worshipped ever With stains and sorrows and scars, With joyful, ...
How many million galaxies there are Who knows? and each has countless stars in it, And each rolls through eternities ...
Hear me, Lord of the Stars! For thee I have worshipped ever With stains and sorrows and scars, With joyful, ...
How many million galaxies there are Who knows? and each has countless stars in it, And each rolls through eternities ...
Poets may praise a wattle thatch Doubtfully waterproof; Let me uplift my lowly latch Beneath a rose-tiled roof. Let it ...
His frown brought terror to his foes, But now in twilight of his days The pure perfection of a rose ...
Her smile ineffably is sweet, Devinely she is slim; Yet oh how weary are her feet, How aches her every ...
(ALCAICS) Confused, he found her lavishing feminine Gold upon clay, and found her inscrutable; And yet she smiled. Why, then, ...
Love, light for me Thy ruddiest blazing torch, That I, albeit a beggar by the Porch Of the glad Palace ...
All night the dreadless Angel, unpursued, Through Heaven's wide champain held his way; till Morn, Waked by the circling Hours, ...
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