Festus – II (Philip James Bailey Poems)
From heaven, soul--like, to earth. It is sundown. MarkThe heart's state, empty and collapsed, the world'sVain pleasures leave us in, ...
From heaven, soul--like, to earth. It is sundown. MarkThe heart's state, empty and collapsed, the world'sVain pleasures leave us in, ...
Max plac'd a ring on little Katie's hand,A silver ring that he had beaten outFrom that same sacred coin--first well-priz'd ...
Tell the story to your sonsOf the gallant days of yoreWhen the brig of seven gunsFought the fleet of seven ...
Plain be the phrase, yet apt the verse, More ponderous than nimble;For since grimed War here laid asideHis painted pomp, 'twould ...
(India)I shall wind a turban of silver cloth,And set upon its brow a circletOf jade and turquoise. Yea, I shall ...
And He, the God, is as man,Flesh, substance, else His symbol lies;And He knoweth not the trick!Thus is He less ...
I am an announcement of the great Urge.I am an enactor of its agonies and joys.I am an inheritant of ...
My heart is a wicket gate; hung at a garden 'twixt me and the dinning day it stands.Beyond is the ...
The scene behind the carriage window-panesGoes flitting past in furious flight; whole plainsWith streams and harvest-fields and trees and blueAre ...
The very acme of my woe,The pivot of my pride,My consolation, and my hopeDeferred, but not denied.The substance of my ...
"My friend, why are the Great Gods in conference?(In my dream) Anu, Enlil, and Shamash held a council,and Anu spoke ...
I The coltish horseplay of the locker room, Moist with the steam of the tiled shower stalls, With shameless blends ...
BEFORE the clepsydra had bound the daysMan tethered Change to his fixed star, and said:"The elder races, that long since ...
THE hop-shop is shut up: the night doth wear. Here, early, Collinson this evening fell "Into the gulfs of sleep"; ...
After rain, through afterglow, the unfolding fan of railway landscape sidled onthe pivot of a larger arc into the green ...
They decide to exchange heads. Barbie squeezes the small opening under her chin over Ken's bulging neck socket. His wide ...
How many dawns, chill from his rippling rest The seagull's wings shall dip and pivot him, Shedding white rings of ...
At four o'clock in the gun-metal blue dark we hear the first crow of the first cock just below the ...
For Horace Gregory After rain, through afterglow, the unfolding fan of railway landscape sidled onthe pivot of a larger arc ...
Stasis in darkness. Then the substanceless blue Pour of tor and distances. God's lioness, How one we grow, Pivot of ...
Color floods to the spot, dull purple. The rest of the body is all washed-out, The color of pearl. In ...
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