Avignon (John Buchan Poems)
Hearts to break but nane to sell,Gear to tine but nane to hain;—We maun dree a weary spellEre our lad ...
Hearts to break but nane to sell,Gear to tine but nane to hain;—We maun dree a weary spellEre our lad ...
I eagerly inhale the breezeFrom thee, sweet Provence, blowing;And all that's thine delights me so,Such pleasant thoughts bestowing,That if thy ...
IThe sister Hours in circles linked,Daughters of men, of men the mates,Are gone on flow with the day that winked,With ...
The nations are all calling To and fro, from strand to strand;Uniting in one army The slaves of ...
There is but one place in the world:-Thither where he lies buried! ...
By Avignon's dismantled walls, Where cloudless mid—March sunshine falls, Rhone, through broad belts of green, Flecked with the light of ...
I am Arnaut who nets the breezeand with an ox pursues the hareand swims against the rising seas.' I am ...
A hundred mares, all white! their manesLike mace-reed of the marshy plainsThick-tufted, wavy, free o' the ...
THE azure lake is argent now Beneath the pale moonshine: I seek a sign of hope in heaven: Fair Polestar! ...
Marching Song of a Roman Legion of the Later Empire Enlarged From "Puck of Pook's Hill" When I left Rome ...
I When of tender mind and body I was moved by minstrelsy, And that strain "The Bridge of Lodi" Brought ...
To exalt, enthrone, establish and defend, To welcome home mankind's mysterious friend Wine, true begetter of all arts that be; ...
I My hair is gray, but not with years, Nor grew it white In a single night, As men's have ...
Of all the streets that blur in to the sunset, There must be one (which, I am not sure) That ...
Far from the Rappahannock, the silent Danube moves along toward the sea. The brown and green Nile rolls slowly Like ...
Glion?--Ah, twenty years, it cuts All meaning from a name! White houses prank where once were huts. Glion, but not ...
1 O TAKE my hand, Walt Whitman! Such gliding wonders! such sights and sounds! Such join'd unended links, each hook'd ...
No matter what life you lead the virgin is a lovely number: cheeks as fragile as cigarette paper, arms and ...
Releas'd from the noise of the butcher and baker Who, my old friends be thanked, did seldom forsake her, And ...
PART I O! nothing earthly save the ray (Thrown back from flowers) of Beauty's eye, As in those gardens where ...
There at Geneva where Mt. Blanc floated above The wine-hued lake like a cloud, when a breeze was blown Out ...
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