Ode To The Setting Sun (Francis Thompson Poems)
Alpha and Omega, sadness and mirth, The springing music, and its wasting breath--The fairest things in life are Death and ...
Alpha and Omega, sadness and mirth, The springing music, and its wasting breath--The fairest things in life are Death and ...
In days, when the fruit of men's labour was sparing,And hearts were weary and nigh to break,A sweet grave man ...
(As Austin Dobson might have written it)Their pail they must fill In a crystalline springlet,Brave Jack and fair Jill.Their pail ...
NEVERMORE Shall the shepherds of Arcady follow Pan's moods as he lolls by the shore Of the mere, or lies ...
MESSENGER Now at the Seventh Gate the seventh chief, Thy proper mother's son, I will announce, What ...
Hail, glorious morning of Columbia's birth, Celestial dawn of freedom! There shall be In recognition of thy wondrous worth ...
Galloping, galloping, galloping horses Weave thro' our dreaming in burgeoning Spring;There's sun in our hearts and there's sun on the ...
Father, our souls are heavy, pent in the shackles of flesh,Fagged of our masters' levy, snared in the Empire's mesh;Struggle ...
On Busento's grassy banks a muffled chorus echoes nightly, While the swirling eddies answer and the wavelets ripple lightly. Up ...
Crown we our heroes with a holier wreathThan man e'er wore upon this side of death;Mix with their laurels deathless ...
From sunny countries and skies blueFrom which last autumn-tide you flew,Return, dear birds, where you belong,Most welcome, you!The woods, bereft ...
Here shrines are void and voiceless, all are fled;Roofless the columns and the altars bare.Shades of Olympus twine with mortal ...
It seems to mock me: all this heat and bloom, And the shrill paeans of the laureate bird; As though ...
Now while the birds within their feathers hide The nestled head, thy visit, Moon, renew; Let thy pale spirit thro' ...
In night-long days, in aeons where all Time's nights are one; where life and death sing paeans as of Greeks ...
How the mountains talked together, Looking down upon the weather, When they heard our friend had planned his Little trip ...
My Portion is Defeat -- today -- A paler luck than Victory -- Less Paeans -- fewer Bells -- The ...
Blow, blow your trumpets till they crack, Ye little men of little souls! And bid them huddle at your back ...
He would leave early and walk slowly As if balancing books On the way to school, already expecting To be ...
How gracefully, O man, with thy palm-bough, Upon the waning century standest thou, In proud and noble manhood's prime, With ...
'Tis hard to say, if greater Want of Skill Appear in Writing or in Judging ill, But, of the two, ...
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