Guy Of The Temple (John Hay Poems)
Down the dim West slow fails the stricken sun,And from his hot face fades the crimson flushVeiled in death's herald-shadows ...
Down the dim West slow fails the stricken sun,And from his hot face fades the crimson flushVeiled in death's herald-shadows ...
From out the dark of death, before the gatesFlung wide, that open into paradise--More radiant than the white gates of ...
Where Helen sits, the darkness is so deep, No golden sunbeam strikes athwart the gloom;No mother's smile, no glance of loving ...
Thou that art the Father's Word,Thou that art the Lamb of God,Thou that art the Virgin's Son,Thou that savest souls ...
Loose now thy flaming pinions on the West, Vega, thou heavenly lamp of my desire! Now burns the sun upon its crimson ...
What intuition named thee?--Through what thrill Of the awed soul came the command divine Into the mother-heart, foretelling thine Should palpitate with his ...
Herewith is Beauty fashioned? Canst thou deemHer evanescent roses bourgeon saveWithin the sunlight tender on her grave?Awake no winds but ...
'Twas on the morning of that fateful day When Cyrus met on Thymbra's spacious plain The mighty host by wealthy ...
All on a windy morn in lusty March,Rode Godwin hawking thro' his father's woodsAnd singing as he rode: stalwart was ...
Ogrin the Hermit in old age set forth This tale to them that sought him in the extreme Ancient grey ...
I awoke at a breath, and looked out on the world's wan face While the dew like a death-damp hung ...
Oh, I came singing down the road Whereon was nought perplext me,And Pan with Art ...
Sweet silence after bells!deep in the enamour'd earsoft incantation dwells.Filling the rapt still spherea liquid crystal swims,precarious yet clear.Those metal ...
Similiter et omnes revereantur Diaconos, ut mandatum Jesu Christi; et Episcopum, ut Jesum Christum, existentem filium Patris; Presbyteros autem, ut ...
When the white flame in us is gone, And we that lost the world's delight Stiffen in darkness, left alone ...
JANUARY HAIL, January, that bearest here On snowbright breasts the babe-faced year That weeps and trembles to be born. Hail, ...
In the grey summer garden I shall find you With day-break and the morning hills behind you. There will be ...
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