Tyre (James Bayard Taylor Poems)
THE wild and windy morning is lit with lurid fire; The thundering surf of ocean beats on the rocks of Tyre, ...
THE wild and windy morning is lit with lurid fire; The thundering surf of ocean beats on the rocks of Tyre, ...
PRECISELY. I see it. You all want to sayThat a tear is too sad and a laugh is too gay;You ...
I.When her fair land with grief o'erspread,Insubria mourn'd her primate dead;When Borromeo to the tombWas borne mid all-pervading gloom;When dimm'd ...
I.Aye, strike with sacrilegious aimThe temple of the living God;Hurl iron bolt and seething flameThrough aisles which holiest feet have ...
I doe not grieue when some vnwholsome aire Mildewes rich fields, nor when the clusters faireOf Claret, rot through too abundant ...
Now for a smacking South-east Trade to Rio!In ten days' sail or so you'll see the land.'Tis wondrous bold and ...
THE Monarchs of Europe, who prattle of peace,Shall cease, from this night, to calumniate Greece,The Moslems repent that they roused ...
Lo! yonder looms the land! High o'er the deepIts barrier-rocks stretch their embattled line,Marshalling their front 'gainst the resistless sweepOf ...
THE PLEASVRE OF RETIREMENT. The Reinvitation. THEOPHISA's fill'd wth Sweetness, & so Fair: Her Eyes so mild, her Breath perfumes ...
The RECAPITULATION.And Pourtrait of a Heav'nly breathing Soul. Whoso delights to burn in holy Fire Of Virgin fair Theophila, Joy, ...
"My dream had never died or lived again.As in some mystic middle state I lay;Seeing I saw not, hearing not ...
LIKE star points in the ether to guide a homing SoulTowards God's Eternal Haven; above the wash and roll,Across and ...
(A Hope.)BEFORE our eyes a pageant rolledWhose banners every land unfurled;And as it passed, its splendors toldThe art and glory ...
I This is the hill of Maeve, the queen, A mighty bulwark of gray-green Whereon was set, by hands unknown, ...
Along the ocean's shingly edge, Athwart the turquoise sweep of sky, The wild geese in a winged wedge ...
Sometimes, O Lord, thou lightest in my headA lamp that well might pharos all the lands;Anon the light will neither ...
Night closes round me, and wild threatening forms Clasp me with icy arms and chain me down, And bind upon ...
THE capital of Russia,And that of Holland too,A town where the Santa Casa (As monks say) stands to view;A place ...
Who fares to find the sunset ere it fly,Turning to light and fire the further west,Shall have the veils of ...
1 AFTER all, not to create only, or found only, But to bring, perhaps from afar, what is already founded, ...
My dream had never died or lived again. As in some mystic middle state I lay; Seeing I saw not, ...
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