A Western-World Man’s Confession (Charles Granville Poems)
I " Let the light be ! " So spake He. And the Deeps And Heights, the Lengths and Breadths ...
I " Let the light be ! " So spake He. And the Deeps And Heights, the Lengths and Breadths ...
Evening is coming, the sun waxes red,Radiant colors from heaven are beamingLife's lustrous longings in infinite streaming;—Glory in death o'er ...
Little by little and one by one,Out of the ether, were worlds created;Star and planet and sea and sun,All in ...
Beyond the need of weeping, Beyond the reach of hands, May she be quietly sleeping, In what dim ...
Deep trust in God-for that I still have sought Through all the grim doubts that bemock the ...
SOMETIMES my words wing with ease Much the same as the singing trees, Words and phrases formed complete, Empty, passionless ...
Prate not to me so much of suns and of nebulous bodies; Think ye Nature but great, in that ...
And now it was evening. And Almitra the seeress said, "Blessed be this day and this place and your spirit ...
I What new element before us unborn in nature? Is there a new thing under the Sun? At last inquisitive ...
The world is full of women who'd tell me I should be ashamed of myself if they had the chance. ...
1 AS a strong bird on pinions free, Joyous, the amplest spaces heavenward cleaving, Such be the thought I'd think ...
1 TO think of time-of all that retrospection! To think of to-day, and the ages continued henceforward! Have you guess'd ...
'There sinks the nebulous star we call the Sun, If that hypothesis of theirs be sound' Said Ida; 'let us ...
From the depth of the dreamy decline of the dawn through a notable nimbus of nebulous noonshine, Pallid and pink ...
Prate not to me so much of suns and of nebulous bodies; Think ye Nature but great, in that she ...
In that fair capital where Pleasure, crowned Amidst her myriad courtiers, riots and rules, I too have been a suitor. ...
DUSK wraps the village in its dim caress; Each chimney's vapour, like a thin grey rod, Mounting aloft through miles ...
HER mist of primroses within her breast Twilight hath folded up, and o'er the west, Seeking remoter valleys long hath ...
WHILE the yellow constellations shine with pale and tender glory, In the lilac-scented stillness let us listen to earth's story. ...
White, pristine, unblemished They say it is not a color I love white mists, clouds Lingering on blue mountains. White, ...
Once more he sees his companions' faces Livid in the first faint light, Gray with cement dust, Nebulous in the ...
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