Amor Aeternalis (Clark Ashton Smith Poems)
O Love, thou Judas of the martyred soul!Thou pandar to the painted harlot, Life !The rankest lies wherewith thy heart ...
O Love, thou Judas of the martyred soul!Thou pandar to the painted harlot, Life !The rankest lies wherewith thy heart ...
1 A yellow band of light upon the street Pours from an open door, and makes a wide Pathway of ...
Oft have I seen at some cathedral door . A laborer, pausing in the dust and heat, . Lay down ...
Now comes the evening of the mind. Here are the fireflies twitching in the blood; Here is the shadow moving ...
Spirit-filled believers proclaiming, healing in his name ordinary people, fishermen standing before the Council lay people emboldened by the spirit ...
Ordinary people, extraordinary things things they could not do done done in the name of Jesus, the martyred king the ...
I had to go there, to see it for myself, to go there to test the theory of an accident, ...
When Father Time swings round his scythe, Entomb me 'neath the bounteous vine, So that its juices, red and blithe, ...
Oh, may I join the choir invisible Of those immortal dead who live again In minds made better by their ...
AN we suppress the old Remorse Who bends our heart beneath his stroke, Who feeds, as worms feed on the ...
I. Let them fight it out, friend! things have gone too far. God must judge the couple: leave them as ...
What was the blackest sight to me Of all that campaign? A naked woman tied to a tree With jagged ...
October's bellowing anger breaks and cleaves The bronzed battalions of the stricken wood In whose lament I hear a voice ...
All night the flares go up; the Dragon sings And beats upon the dark with furious wings; And, stung to ...
OVER all the dream-built margin, flushed with grey and hoary light, Glint the bubble planets tossing in the dead black ...
Friendless and faint, with martyred steps and slow, Faint for the flesh, but for the spirit free, Stung by the ...
Alone, remote, nor witting where I went, I found an altar builded in a dream- A fiery place, whereof there ...
1 You, once a belle in Shreveport, with henna-colored hair, skin like a peachbud, still have your dresses copied from ...
The ghost of Ninon would be sorry now To laugh at them, were she to see them here, So brave ...
This is a song to celebrate banks, Because they are full of money and you go into them and all ...
Do you think that odes and sermons, And the ringing of church bells, And the blood of old men and ...
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