Four Lyrics (Arthur Knowles Sabin Poems)
I.When old Anacreon sang the wineWhich made his utterance divine,Perchance the eyes he gazed intoWere lucent as the sun-touched dew--Brighter, ...
I.When old Anacreon sang the wineWhich made his utterance divine,Perchance the eyes he gazed intoWere lucent as the sun-touched dew--Brighter, ...
Around, how joyful in the chilly air Sweet sounds are floating! While above, the sky, Peopled with visions bright, seems ...
"He lies low in the levelled sand, Unsheltered from the tropic sun, And now of all he knew not one ...
A Phantasy.God took a fit of Paradise-wind, A slip of coerule weather,A thought as simple as Himself, And ravelled them ...
WITHIN my stone-walled garden(I see her standing now,Uplifted in the twilight,With glory on her brow!)I love to walk at eveningAnd ...
Where the cocoa and cactus are neighbors, Where the fig and the fir tree are one; Where the brave corn ...
DOWN the lanes of August-and the bees upon the wing, All the world's in color now, and all the song ...
I can remember the plaint of the wind on the moor, Crying at dawning, and crying at shut of ...
In the sheltered garden pale beneath the moon,(Drenched with swaying fragrance, redolent with June!)There, among the shadows, some one lingers ...
WHAT gift for passionate lovers shall we find? Not flowers nor books of verse suffice for me, But splinters of ...
A child's tiny feet, Blue, blue with cold, How can they see and not protect you? Oh, my God! Tiny ...
IO briar-scents, on yon wet wingOf warm South-west wind brushing by,You mind me of the sweetest thingThat ever mingled frank ...
The night attendant, a B.U. sophomore, rouses from the mare's-nest of his drowsy head propped on The Meaning of Meaning. ...
MONTANO, SILVIO, AND MIRTILLO, SHEPHERDS MON. Bad are the times. SIL. And worse than they are we. MON. Troth, bad ...
Ye distant spires, ye antique towers, That crown the watery glade, Where grateful Science still adores Her Henry's holy shade; ...
Out of the woods by the creek cometh a calling for Peter, And from the orchard a voice echoes and ...
In ash-fine silt that spread like sand after the flood and before the wild weeds claimed the old stream bed; ...
Ah, the aromas of that conversation, the brimming, cappuccino smile swirled in chocolate rich and cinnamoned, the gentle coffee curlicues ...
WHEN the breeze of a joyful dawn blew free In the silken sail of infancy, The tide of time flow'd ...
So sweet the hour, so calm the time, I feel it more than half a crime, When Nature sleeps and ...
The perfume of your body dulls my sense. I want nor wine nor weed; your breath alone Suffices. In this ...
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