The Great Summons [from the Chinese] (Arthur Waley Poems)
Green Spring receivethThe vacant earth;The white sun shineth;Spring wind provokethTo burst and burgeonEach sprout and flower.In those dark caves where ...
Green Spring receivethThe vacant earth;The white sun shineth;Spring wind provokethTo burst and burgeonEach sprout and flower.In those dark caves where ...
'TIS nine o'clock:-to bed! cried Egremont,Who with his youthful household (for 'tis nowLong since) inhabited a lonely homeIn the Australian ...
Sovereign! Am I! By God's decree Of Hell for all eternity, Where joy and peace are never known, Nor light ...
SOUND not the Horn!--the guarded relic keep: A faithful sharer of its master's sleep: His life it gladden'd--to his life ...
Sweet Solitude where dost thou linger? When and where shall I look in thy face? Feel the soft magic ...
Down the hillside tripping brightly, O'er the pebbles tinkling lightly,'Mid the meadows rippling merrily, the mountain- ...
No, helpless thing, I cannot harm thee now; Depart in peace, thy little life is safe,For I have scanned thy ...
Running along a bank, a parapet That saves from the precipitous wood below The level road, there is a path. ...
What was is . . . since 1930; the boys in my old gang are senior partners. They start up ...
There are who lord it o'er their fellow-men With most prevailing tinsel: who unpen Their baaing vanities, to browse away ...
Muse of my native land! loftiest Muse! O first-born on the mountains! by the hues Of heaven on the spiritual ...
Of all our antic sights and pageantry Which English idiots run in crowds to see, The Polish Medal bears the ...
Amid fear and suspicions, with agitated mind and frightened eyes, we melt and plan how to act to avoid the ...
Hast thou a charm to stay the morning-star In his steep course? So long he seems to pause On thy ...
Nothing was remembered, nothing forgotten. When we awoke, wagons were passing on the warm summer pavements, The window-sills were wet ...
I am like, They tell me, my dear father. Broader brows Howbeit, upon a slenderer undergrowth Of delicate ...
The first morning of Three Mile Island: those first disquieting, uncertain, mystifying hours. All morning a crew of workmen have ...
1 A CALIFORNIA song! A prophecy and indirection-a thought impalpable, to breathe, as air; A chorus of dryads, fading, departing-or ...
Long lines of cliff breaking have left a chasm; And in the chasm are foam and yellow sands; Beyond, red ...
RUNNING along a bank, a parapet That saves from the precipitous wood below The level road, there is a path. ...
Earth, Ocean, Air, belovèd brotherhood! If our great Mother has imbued my soul With aught of natural piety to feel ...
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