The Bride Of War (George Parsons Lathrop Poems)
IThe trumpet, with a giant sound,Its harsh war-summons wildly sings;And, bursting forth like mountain-springs,Poured from the hillside camping-ground,Each swift battalion ...
IThe trumpet, with a giant sound,Its harsh war-summons wildly sings;And, bursting forth like mountain-springs,Poured from the hillside camping-ground,Each swift battalion ...
"O Dionysos! Dionysos! the ivy-crowned! O let me sing thy triumph ere I die!" Within my sleep a Maenad came to me: A ...
Lovers all are soldiers, and Cupid has his campaigns:I tell you, Atticus, lovers all are soldiers.Youth is fit for war, ...
H. W. L.PRIDE of the sister realm so long our own,We claim with her that spotless fame of thine,White as ...
I.IT glooms forlornly 'mid wan ocean dunes,A desolate grave-mound on a dreary lea,Touched by sad splendors of gray-misted moons,Or veiled ...
Ah, Paris, Paris! What an echo ringsStill in those syllables of vain delight!What voice of what dead pleasures on what ...
I wonder if the spell, the mystery,That like a haze about your silence clings,Moulding your void until we seem to ...
INot yet had History's Aetna smoked the skies,And low the Gallic Giantess lay enchained,While overhead in ordered set and riseHer ...
Lo, in the sanctuaried East,Day, a dedicated priestIn all his robes pontifical exprest,Lifteth slowly, lifteth sweetly,From out its Orient tabernacle ...
WILD winged thing, O brought I know not whence To beat your life out in my life's low cage; You ...
Green afternoon serene and bright, along my street you sail away Sun-dappled like a ship of light that glints upon ...
I stand aloft on the balcony, The starlings around me crying, And let like maenad my hair stream free ...
Men say the gods have flown;The Golden Age is but a fading story,And Greece was transitory:Yet on this hill hesperian ...
Ah, suffer that my songTo thee alone belong:No dearer happiness my heart would chooseThan thus to cast, O sweet,Each measured ...
Whatever alien fruits and changeling facesAnd pleasances of mutable perfumeThe flambeaux of the senses shall illumeAmid the night-furled labyrinthine spaces,In ...
Ah, Manon, say, why is it we Are one and all so fain of thee? Thy rich red beauty debonnaire ...
Thrill with lissome lust of the light, O man ! My man ! Come careering out of the night Of ...
Thrill with lissome lust of the light, O man ! My man ! Come careering out of the night Of ...
This English Thames is holier far than Rome, Those harebells like a sudden flush of sea Breaking across the woodland, ...
from Atalanta in Calydon When the hounds of spring are on winter's traces, The mother of months in meadow or ...
I O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being, Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead Are driven, ...
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