A Poem Written In Time Of Trouble By An Irish Priest Who Had Taken Orders In France (Lady Augusta Gregory Poems)
MY thoughts, my grief! are without strengthMy spirit is journeying towards deathMy eyes are as a frozen seaMy tears my ...
MY thoughts, my grief! are without strengthMy spirit is journeying towards deathMy eyes are as a frozen seaMy tears my ...
Tangled in thought am I,Stumble in speech do I?Do I blunder and blush for the reason why?Wander aloof do I,Lean ...
Who murmurs, hither, hither: whoWhere nought is audible so fills the ear?Where nought is visible can make appearA veil with ...
ALAN had preached his sermon--grave, devout, Yet full of lightnings and electric shocks For tender souls who reckoned even doubt ...
1.LORD, I do choose the higher than my will.I would be handled by thy nursing armsAfter thy will, not my ...
'Attar began The Conference of the Birds (Mantiq al-tair) with an invocation praising the holy Creator in which he suggested ...
A Part Of The Story Omitted In The Old RomancesHow sir Galahad despaired of finding the GrailThrough the wood the ...
There is a parable in the pathless cloud,There's prophecy in heaven,--they did not lie,The Chaldee shepherds; seal-ed from the proud,To ...
THERE was a land, where all men lived in dreams, Where heaven was hid by vapours, grey or gold; Yet ...
The year has lost its leaves again,The world looks old and grim;God folds His robe of glory thus,That we may ...
NURSE Our mistress bids me with all speed to call Aegisthus to the strangers, that he come ...
Phyllis, for shame! let us improveA thousand several waysThese few short minutes stol'n by loveFrom many tedious days.Whilst you want ...
Fat trains go down loud tracksPast houses, which are like coffins.On the corners wheelbarrows with bananas squat.Just a bit of ...
A music-stand of crimson lacquer, long since brought In some fast clipper-ship from China, quaintly wrought With bossed and carven ...
I wayed by star and planet shine Towards the dear one's home At Kingsbere, there to make her mine When ...
The tractor stands frozen - an agony To think of. All night Snow packed its open entrails. Now a head-pincering ...
With delicate, mad hands, behind his sordid bars, Surely he hath his posies, which they tear and twine; Those scentless ...
Who Slammed Doors For Fun And Perished Miserably A trick that everyone abhors In little girls is slamming doors. A ...
Of asphodel, that greeny flower, like a buttercup upon its branching stem- save that it's green and wooden- I come, ...
Fear, like a living fire that only death Might one day cool, had now in Avon's eyes Been witness for ...
To Jena Woodhouse This way of minutes miserably mixed With their own blinks misunderstood By birds and trees, this eye-born ...
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