Holbain (Anne Batten Cristall Poems)
DOWN sunk the sun, nor shed one golden ray, But rising mists shut in the low'ring day: The tides o'erflown ...
DOWN sunk the sun, nor shed one golden ray, But rising mists shut in the low'ring day: The tides o'erflown ...
No longer could the Day nor Destinies Delay the Night, who now did frowning rise Into her throne; ...
The maid begins.-Where fam'd Coaspes lavesRich Elam's borders with his sacred waves,Along the fields their tents the shepherds spread,By them ...
1Senlin sits before us, and we see him. He smokes his pipe before us, and we hear him. Is he ...
An ode after Easter.Cast wide the folding doorways of the East,For now is light increased!And the wind-besomed chambers of the ...
See in the babe two loveliest flowers united—yet in truth,While in the bud they seem the same—the virgin and the ...
Burning, he walks in the stream of flickering letters, clarinets, machines throbbing quicker than the heart, lopped-off heads, silk canvases, ...
The air is gray. Who knows something good for soot?Next to an ox grazing on the groundStands an astonished deeply ...
Nature is a temple where the living pillars Let go sometimes a blurred speech- A Forest of symbols passes through ...
I. Let them fight it out, friend! things have gone too far. God must judge the couple: leave them as ...
Man-Moth: Newspaper misprint for "mammoth." Here, above, cracks in the buldings are filled with battered moonlight. The whole shadow of ...
1 Senlin sits before us, and we see him. He smokes his pipe before us, and we hear him. Is ...
1 Senlin sits before us, and we see him. He smokes his pipe before us, and we hear him. Is ...
Southeast, and storm, and every weathervane shivers and moans upon its dripping pin, ragged on chimneys the cloud whips, the ...
I 'But where do you go?' said the lady, while both sat under the yew, And her eyes were alive ...
NO more the flow'ry scenes of pleasure rife, Nor charming prospects greet the mental eyes, No more with joy we ...
See in the babe two loveliest flowers united--yet in truth, While in the bud they seem the same--the virgin and ...
NOTHING so true as what you once let fall, "Most Women have no Characters at all." Matter too soft a ...
The artichoke With a tender heart Dressed up like a warrior, Standing at attention, it built A small helmet Under ...
Burning, he walks in the stream of flickering letters, clarinets, machines throbbing quicker than the heart, lopped-off heads, silk canvases, ...
Now Morn, her rosy steps in the eastern clime Advancing, sowed the earth with orient pearl, When Adam waked, so ...
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