Recompense (Constance Naden Poems)
THE wine-flushed monarch slept--but in his ear An angel breathed--"Repent; or choose the flame Quenchless." In dread he woke, but ...
THE wine-flushed monarch slept--but in his ear An angel breathed--"Repent; or choose the flame Quenchless." In dread he woke, but ...
This was my lady's birthday, and yet I At dawn heard not the cannon's brazen throat, Nor saw the fluttering ...
'Tis well with words, oh masters, ye have sought,To turn men's eyes yearning to the great and true,Yet first take ...
This is the fire of Hestia's careful hearth;The flame that fed on many-towered Troy;Selene's light about the Latmian boy;The all-consuming ...
No more lewd lays of lighter loves I sing,Nor teach my lustful muse abused to flyWith sparrows' plumes, and for ...
Saint Paul has said this mortal shall arise Freed from its grossness, palpable in form, Vital, organic, pulsing with a ...
Black dreams; the pale and sorrowful desireWhose eyes have looked on Lethe and have seen,Deep in the sliding ebon tide ...
O Sovereign power of love! O grief! O balm! All records, saving thine, come cool, and calm, And shadowy, through ...
"Enough of thought, philosopher! Too long hast thou been dreaming Unlightened, in this chamber drear, While summer's sun is beaming! ...
Oh, for the time when I shall sleep Without identity, And never care how rain may steep, Or snow may ...
A Fragment of a Turkish Tale The tale which these disjointed fragments present, is founded upon circumstances now less common ...
1. The voice ended, they saw his pale visage Emerge from the darkness; his hand On the rock of eternity ...
S. Patrick. You who are bent, and bald, and blind, With a heavy heart and a wandering mind, Have known ...
Is it thy will that I should wax and wane, Barter my cloth of gold for hodden grey, And at ...
1 COME, said the Muse, Sing me a song no poet yet has chanted, Sing me the Universal. In this ...
STILL, though the one I sing, (One, yet of contradictions made,) I dedicate to Nationality, I leave in him Revolt, ...
Many a green isle needs must be In the deep wide sea of Misery, Or the mariner, worn and wan, ...
ROSALIND, HELEN, and her Child. SCENE. The Shore of the Lake of Como. HELEN Come hither, my sweet Rosalind. 'T ...
Alone, remote, nor witting where I went, I found an altar builded in a dream- A fiery place, whereof there ...
Farewell, false love, the oracle of lies, A mortal foe and enemy to rest, An envious boy, from whom all ...
O little mouse, why dost thou cry While merry stars laugh in the sky? Alas! alas! my lord is dead! ...
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