Egypt Unvisited. Suggested by Mr. Roberts’ Egyptian Sketches (Alaric Alexander Watts Poems)
The poetry of earth is fading fast; It hath no region it can call its own; The dim, religious light ...
The poetry of earth is fading fast; It hath no region it can call its own; The dim, religious light ...
The hills remain; they lift their brows Against the splendour of the skies;The dawn a paler crimson grows, Each night ...
PERCHANCE the dying gods of Earth Are destined to another birth, And worn-out creeds regain their worth In the kindly ...
O happy Tithon! if thou know'st thy hap, And valuest thy wealth, as I my want, Then need'st thou not-which ...
Why dost thou hail with songful lips no more The glorious sunrise?-Why is Memnon mute, Whose voice was tuned as ...
A poet in whose heart upsprung the life And soul of passion, nursing with its fires All influences of all ...
Dear Lord, this sense of supernatural power, This stately mastery over earthly things, This plastic art that modulates and brings ...
Methought upon the tomb-encumbered shoreI stood of Egypt's lone monarchal stream,And saw immortal Memnon, throned supremeIn gloom as of that ...
BOOK I Deep in the shady sadness of a vale Far sunken from the healthy breath of morn, Far from ...
DEVOUTEST of my Sunday friends, The patient Organ-blower bends; I see his figure sink and rise, (Forgive me, Heaven, my ...
Phoebus, arise! And paint the sable skies With azure, white, and red: Rouse Memnon's mother from her Tithon's bed That ...
Put up my lute! What of -- my Music! Since the sole ear I cared to charm -- Passive -- ...
(To Marcel Schwob in friendship and in admiration) In a dim corner of my room for longer than my fancy ...
It is full winter now: the trees are bare, Save where the cattle huddle from the cold Beneath the pine, ...
Where hast thou been since round the walls of Troy The sons of God fought in that great emprise? Why ...
I built my soul a lordly pleasure-house, Wherein at ease for aye to dwell. I said, "O Soul, make merry ...
Morn in the wake of the morning star Came furrowing all the orient into gold. We rose, and each by ...
Type of the antique Rome! Rich reliquary Of lofty contemplation left to Time By buried centuries of pomp and power! ...
My gentle Harp, once more I waken The sweetness of thy slumbering strain; In tears our last farewell was taken, ...
Hence, vain deluding Joys, ............The brood of Folly without father bred! How little you bested ............Or fill the fixed mind ...
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