Winter In Spring (Arthur Symons Poems)
Winter is over, and the ache of the year Quieted into test; The torn boughs heal, and the time of ...
Winter is over, and the ache of the year Quieted into test; The torn boughs heal, and the time of ...
Bath The day is fresh-washed and fair, and there is a smell of tulips and narcissus in the air. The ...
When you had played with life a space And made it drink and lust and sing, You flung it back ...
If you are lucky in this life, you will get to help your enemy the way I got to help ...
CARRYING bouquet, and handkerchief, and gloves, Proud of her height as when she lived, she moves With all the careless ...
This is the one song everyone would like to learn: the song that is irresistible: the song that forces men ...
SO far, and so far, and on toward the end, Singing what is sung in this book, from the irresistible ...
1 AFTER all, not to create only, or found only, But to bring, perhaps from afar, what is already founded, ...
1 OUT of the rolling ocean, the crowd, came a drop gently to me, Whispering, I love you, before long ...
YEARS of the modern! years of the unperform'd! Your horizon rises-I see it parting away for more august dramas; I ...
1 AFOOT and light-hearted, I take to the open road, Healthy, free, the world before me, The long brown path ...
1 AS I sat alone, by blue Ontario's shore, As I mused of these mighty days, and of peace return'd, ...
First, London, for its myriads; for its height, Manhattan heaped in towering stalagmite; But Paris for the smoothness of the ...
I Aria "--Kiss me there where pride is glittering Kiss me where I am ripened and round fruit Kiss me ...
Earth, Ocean, Air, belovèd brotherhood! If our great Mother has imbued my soul With aught of natural piety to feel ...
"Throughout these infinite orbs of mingling light, Of which yon earth is one, is wide diffus'd A Spirit of activity ...
How wise I am to have instructed the butler to instruct the first footman to instruct the second footman to ...
This, then, is she, My mother as she looked at seventeen, When she first met my father. Young incredibly, Younger ...
I leaned against the mantel, sick, sick, Thinking of my failure, looking into the abysm, Weak from the noon-day heat. ...
You have read War and Peace. Now here is Sister Carrie, not up to Tolstoy; still it will second the ...
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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