Youth In Memory (George Meredith Poems)
Days, when the ball of our visionHad eagles that flew unabashed to sun;When the grasp on the bow was decision,And ...
Days, when the ball of our visionHad eagles that flew unabashed to sun;When the grasp on the bow was decision,And ...
A tender light, when I look back, Is all that I can seeOf that sweet time and that sweet walk— ...
On the far hill the cloud of thunder grew And sunlight blurred below; but sultry blue ...
The barbed-wire fences rust As their cedar uprights blacken After a night of rain. Some early, innocent lust Gets me ...
Mark yon runnel, how 'tis flowing, Like a sylvan spirit dreamingOf the spring-blooms near it blowing, And the ...
O the calling of the waves on the pebbled beach below, And the seagull sweeping o'er the waters grey!O ...
On long, serene midsummer daysOf ripening fruit and yellow grain,How sweetly, by dim woodland ways,In tangled hedge or leafy lane,Fair ...
We love but once. The great gold orb of lightFrom dawn to even-tide doth cast his ray;But the full splendor ...
Red shines the sun thro' the purple gloaming Across the sea and athwart the sand,Where the weary billows moan ...
MARK yon runnel how 'tis flowing,Like a sylvan spirit dreamingOf the Spring-blooms near it blowingAnd the sunlight in it gleaming!Where ...
I.Above me snows and ice-crags, and aroundThe Cordilleras towering, grand and stern;- Near me a stream over the black rocks ...
BELOW the rocks where the samphire blows,The pebbled beach in an inlet showsA quiet cave, where a green fern growsBy ...
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 ...
We nailed the hands long ago, Wove the thorns, took up the scourge and shouted For excitement's sake, we stood ...
AS slow I climb the cliff's ascending side, Much musing on the track of terror past When o'er the dark ...
THOU ling'ring star, with lessening ray, That lov'st to greet the early morn, Again thou usher'st in the day My ...
I Living in a land Where only the dying correspond I am borne on the wings of love II I ...
Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore, So do our minutes hasten to their end; Each changing place ...
Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore, So do our minutes hasten to their end; Each changing place ...
"First, do no harm," the Hippocratic Oath begins, but before she might enjoy such balm, the docs had to harm ...
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