Aforetime (Thomas Sturge Moore Poems)
Dear exile from the hurrying crowd,At work I muse to you aloud;Thought on my anvil softens, glows,And I forget our ...
Dear exile from the hurrying crowd,At work I muse to you aloud;Thought on my anvil softens, glows,And I forget our ...
--A COSTLY good ; that none e'er bought or soldFor gem, or pearl, or miser's store, twice told :Save certain ...
When shall the woes of War and Discord cease!When shall the morn of Harmony arise!When shall the dawn of Concord, ...
There's a habit I have nurtured, From the sentimental timeWhen my life was like a story, And my heart a happy rhyme,--Of ...
MAXWELL, the master, built aboveHis dog this testament of love,Where, on a granite block incised,These words told how the dog ...
Fytte IBy Wood and Wold"Beneath the greenwood bough." — W. Scott.Lightly the breath of the spring wind blows, Though ...
''Not with you to take counsel, Powers of heaven,-- For still that title ours,--in so great haste Hither have I ...
I He whom we anatomized 'whose words we gathered as pleasant flowers and thought on his wit and how neatly ...
My country, noble spectre of the past; Along thy rivers, and within thy vales, There breathes a deep-toned voice, that ...
AT that lost hour disowned of day and night, The after-birth of midnight, when life's face Turns to the wall ...
I Brag, sweet tenor bull, descant on Rawthey's madrigal, each pebble its part for the fells' late spring. Dance tiptoe, ...
I. Silent as ever, stoic as of old, The scattered nomads of that dusky race Whose story ...
422More Life-went out-when He wentThan Ordinary Breath-Lit with a finer Phosphor-Requiring in the Quench-A Power of Renowned Cold,The Climate of ...
A music-stand of crimson lacquer, long since brought In some fast clipper-ship from China, quaintly wrought With bossed and carven ...
There is a Languor of the Life More imminent than Pain -- 'Tis Pain's Successor -- When the Soul Has ...
The Soul that hath a Guest Doth seldom go abroad -- Diviner Crowd at Home -- Obliterate the need -- ...
More Life -- went out -- when He went Than Ordinary Breath -- Lit with a finer Phosphor -- Requiring ...
Death sets a Thing significant The Eye had hurried by Except a perished Creature Entreat us tenderly To ponder little ...
1 Sometime now past in the Autumnal Tide, 2 When Ph{oe}bus wanted but one hour to bed, 3 The trees ...
To hell with Government I say; I'm sick of all the piddling pack. I'd like to scram, get clean away, ...
They are always with us, the thin people Meager of dimension as the gray people On a movie-screen. They Are ...
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