The Idol-Maker Prays (Caroline Giltinan Poems)
Great god whom I shall carve from this gray stoneWherein thou liest, hid to all but me,Grant thou that when ...
Great god whom I shall carve from this gray stoneWherein thou liest, hid to all but me,Grant thou that when ...
Husha-husha-bye! In a lamb's skinI shall wrap thee warm, Lest the winds break in.I shall pillow ...
after fivetimes the poemof thy remembrancesurprises with refrainof unreasoning summerthat by respondingways cloaked with renewalmy body turns towardtheeagain for the ...
Thou liest dead,—lie on: of theeNo sweet remembrances shall be,Who never plucked Pierian rose,Who never chanced on Anter?s.Unknown, unnoticed, there ...
O thou, the wonder of all days! O paragon, and pearl of praise! O Virgin-martyr, ever blest Above the rest ...
Come pity us, all ye who see Our harps hung on the willow-tree; Come pity us, ye passers-by, Who see ...
THOUGHTS ON JESUS CHRIST'S DESCENT INTO HELL. [THE remarkable Poem of which this is a literal but faint representation, was ...
When Father Time swings round his scythe, Entomb me 'neath the bounteous vine, So that its juices, red and blithe, ...
That you are fair or wise is vain, Or strong, or rich, or generous; You must have also the untaught ...
THE PROLOGUE. This worthy limitour, this noble Frere, He made always a manner louring cheer* *countenance Upon the Sompnour; but ...
THE PROLOGUE. The Sompnour in his stirrups high he stood, Upon this Friar his hearte was so wood,* *furious That ...
And thou art dead, as young and fair As aught of mortal birth; And form so soft, and charms so ...
And thou art dead, as young and fair As aught of mortal birth; And form so soft and charm so ...
(Newdigate prize poem recited in the Sheldonian Theatre Oxford June 26th, 1878. To my friend George Fleming author of 'The ...
BODY 1 Farewell! I go to sleep; but when 2 The day-star springs, I'll wake again. SOUL 3 Go, sleep ...
Sure thou didst flourish once! and many springs, Many bright mornings, much dew, many showers, Pass'd o'er thy head; many ...
Queen Guinevere had fled the court, and sat There in the holy house at Almesbury Weeping, none with her save ...
SHALL I strew on thee rose or rue or laurel, Brother, on this that was the veil of thee? Or ...
Inside this northern summer's fold The fields are full of naked gold, Broadcast from heaven on lands it loves; The ...
"So pulse, and pulse, thou rhythmic-hearted Noon That liest, large-limbed, curved along the hills, In languid palpitation, half a-swoon With ...
Chapter I. Once on a time, a Dawn, all red and bright Leapt on the conquered ramparts of the Night, ...
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