To Poesy (Arthur Albert Dawson Bayldon Poems)
These vessels of verse, O Great Goddess, are filled with invisible tears, With the sobs and sweat of my spirit ...
These vessels of verse, O Great Goddess, are filled with invisible tears, With the sobs and sweat of my spirit ...
Heat urges secret odors from the grass.Blunting the edge of silence, crickets shrill.Wings veer: inane needles of light, and pass.Laced ...
Iwent to seek a many-coloured soul, But here all colours burn into one white And are invisible as light; I ...
I'm mighty glad to see you, Mrs. Curtis, And thank you very kindly for this visit-- Especially now when all ...
On my volcano grows the Grass A meditative spot -- An acre for a Bird to choose Would be the ...
Jupiter Mars P Moon VENEZIA, "May" 19"th", 1910. Jupiter's foursquare blaze of gold and blue Rides on the moon, a ...
Jupiter Mars P Moon VENEZIA, "May" 19"th", 1910. Jupiter's foursquare blaze of gold and blue Rides on the moon, a ...
If dead, we cease to be ; if total gloom Swallow up life's brief flash for aye, we fare As ...
A green and silent spot, amid the hills, A small and silent dell ! O'er stiller place No singing sky-lark ...
I There was an ancient City, stricken down With a strange frenzy, and for many a day They paced from ...
1 Senlin sat before us and we heard him. He smoked his pipe before us and we saw him. Was ...
1 Senlin sits before us, and we see him. He smokes his pipe before us, and we hear him. Is ...
1 Senlin sits before us, and we see him. He smokes his pipe before us, and we hear him. Is ...
There is a gentle thought that often springs to life in me, because it speaks of you. Its reasoning about ...
I meditate upon a swallow's flight, Upon a aged woman and her house, A sycamore and lime-tree lost in night ...
I Her Courtesy With the old kindness, the old distinguished grace, She lies, her lovely piteous head amid dull red ...
As lovers, banished from their lady's face And hopeless of her grace, Fashion a ghostly sweetness in its place, Fondly ...
I call myself a Tranquilist; With deep detachment I exist, From friction free; While others court the gilded throng And ...
To Jena Woodhouse This way of minutes miserably mixed With their own blinks misunderstood By birds and trees, this eye-born ...
No state is enviable. To the luck alone Of some few favoured men I would put claim. I bleed, but ...
At midnight, death's and truth's unlocking time, When far within the spirit's hearing rolls The great soft rumble of the ...
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