The Death-Raven (From The Danish Of Oehlenslaeger) (George Borrow Poems)
The silken sail, which caught the summer breeze,Drove the light vessel through the azure seas;Upon the lofty deck, Dame Sigrid ...
The silken sail, which caught the summer breeze,Drove the light vessel through the azure seas;Upon the lofty deck, Dame Sigrid ...
Come out into the garden, Maud; In whispered tones young Percy said: He but repeated what ...
Day of the cloud in fleets! O dayOf wedded white and blue, that sailImmingled, with a footing rayIn shadow-sandals down ...
Thou art not, Penshurst, built to envious show, Of touch, or marble; nor canst boast a rowOf polish'd pillars, or ...
Ben Hafed, when the vernal rainWarmed the chill heart of earth again,Tilled the dull plot of sterile ground,Within the dank ...
It wav'd not thro' an Eastern sky,Beside a fount of Araby;It was not fann'd by southern breezeIn some green isle ...
When the hull big world gits gloomy and as dark as all tarnation,And a feller feels as grumpy as a ...
Death slays the moon and the long dark deepens,Hastens to the city, to the drear stone-heaps,Films all eyes and whispers ...
Translated From the Arabic of Yazid Ebn Moauia (seventh century).She is as wise as Hippocrates,As beautiful as Joseph,As sweet-voiced as ...
Far in the grim Northwest beyond the lines That turn the rivers eastward to the sea, Set with a ...
ENGLAND, the sound of weeping breaks thy rest,- The voice of women wailing o'er the slain, Whose generous blood hath ...
THIS is the ship of pearl, which, poets feign, Sails the unshadowed main,-- The venturous bark that flings On the ...
Mark but this flea, and mark in this, How little that which thou deny'st me is; It sucked me first, ...
The vast and solemn company of clouds Around the Sun's death, lit, incarnadined, Cool into ashy wan; as Night enshrouds ...
Blessings on thee, little man, Barefoot boy, with cheek of tan! With thy turned-up pantaloons, And thy merry whistled tunes; ...
'There sinks the nebulous star we call the Sun, If that hypothesis of theirs be sound' Said Ida; 'let us ...
Thy petals yet are closely curled, Rose of the world, Around their scented, golden core; Nor yet has Summer purpled ...
"You're bloody right - I was a Red," The Man from Cook's morosely said. And if our chaps had won ...
Part 1 WHAT dire Offence from am'rous Causes springs, What mighty Contests rise from trivial Things, I sing -- This ...
Not with more glories, in th' etherial plain, The sun first rises o'er the purpled main, Than, issuing forth, the ...
The day you died I went into the dirt, Into the lightless hibernaculum Where bees, striped black and gold, sleep ...
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