The Sinless Child Part 4 (Elizabeth Oakes Smith Poems)
Then trim the lights, my strange, strange child,And let the fagots glow;For more of these mysterious thingsI fear, yet long, ...
Then trim the lights, my strange, strange child,And let the fagots glow;For more of these mysterious thingsI fear, yet long, ...
It is a winter's taleThat the snow blind twilight ferries over the lakesAnd floating fields from the farm in the ...
Their strength had fed on this when Death's white arms Came sleeved in vapors and miasmal dew, Curling across the ...
ISword in length a reaping-hook amainHarald sheared his field, blood up to shank:'Mid the swathes of slain,First at moonrise drank.IIThereof ...
Fish can be bought in the market place,So it isn't the fish I'm after.I want to get free from the ...
About the Emperor's thumb revolving,Mouthed by Manchu's enamelled dragon;Upon the damasked barge, dissolvingWithin the deep Egyptian flagon;Downcast before the swine ...
THROUGH hurtling space he fled from star tostarOn pinions of damnation, for there trailedUpon him frantic shapes which clutching wailed,A ...
IProjected from the bilious Childe,This clatterjaw his foot could setOn Alps, without a breast beguiledTo glow in shedding rascal sweat.Somewhere ...
Now I'm getting broken mouthed, My shearing's at an end,Although they call me Whalebone, I was ...
HE sat behind his roses and did wake With wanton hands those passions grimThat naught but bitter tears and blood ...
(It is not for them to criticize too minutely the methods the Irish followed, though they might deplore some of ...
O Sovereign power of love! O grief! O balm! All records, saving thine, come cool, and calm, And shadowy, through ...
BOOK I Deep in the shady sadness of a vale Far sunken from the healthy breath of morn, Far from ...
I am heaping the bones of the old mother To build us a hold against the host of the air; ...
Glassmakers, at century's end, compounded metallic lusters in reference to natural sheens (dragonfly and beetle wings, marbled light on kerosene) ...
Safe in the magic of my woods I lay, and watched the dying light. Faint in the pale high solitudes, ...
My dream had never died or lived again. As in some mystic middle state I lay; Seeing I saw not, ...
Sleepless I lay last night and watched the slow Procession of the men who wear my clothes: First, the grey ...
Their strength had fed on this when Death's white arms Came sleeved in vapors and miasmal dew, Curling across the ...
Thy glass will show thee how thy beauties wear, Thy dial how thy precious minutes waste; The vacant leaves thy ...
Thy glass will show thee how thy beauties wear, Thy dial how thy precious minutes waste; These vacant leaves thy ...
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