The Wind (Emile Verhaeren Poems)
Crossing the infinite length of the moorland,Here comes the wind,The wind with his trumpet that Heralds November;Endless and infinite, crossing ...
Crossing the infinite length of the moorland,Here comes the wind,The wind with his trumpet that Heralds November;Endless and infinite, crossing ...
IN this rejoicing time, when sun and shower In shining alternation rule the sky, And the brown fields are shadow'd ...
Unluckily for a deathWaiting with phoenix underThe pyre yet to be lighted of my sins and days,And for the woman ...
A saint about to fall,The stained flats of heaven hit and razedTo the kissed kite hems of his shawl,On the ...
WILD rider of grey clouds, beneath whose breath The stars dissolve in mist, or rain, or sleet;Who chariotest the ...
O FAIR to see, scudding with gull-like motion, Or hovering poised on shadowing wings of snow;The ships that won ...
I SEE the hell of faces surge and whirl, Like malestrom in the ocean--faces lean And fleshless as the talons ...
For England when with favoring gale Our gallant ship up channel steered,And, scudding under easy sail, ...
FROM the creeping deep darkness dimFar shadows of sunset broodFrom the shroud of hill and treeTo the wash of the ...
I'll look no more! thro timeless hours my eyes Without intent have watched the slowing flight Of ebon crows across ...
They come fluttering helpless to the groundLike wreaths of wind-caught snow,Uttering a plaintive, chirping sound,And rise and fall, and know ...
I Jesús, Estrella, Esperanza, Mercy: Sails flashing to the wind like weapons, sharks following the moans the fever and the ...
The bells of waiting Advent ring, The Tortoise stove is lit again And lamp-oil light across the night Has caught ...
My soul is awakened, my spirit is soaring, And carried aloft on the wings of the breeze; For, above, and ...
My soul is awakened, my spirit is soaring And carried aloft on the wings of the breeze; For above and ...
Southeast, and storm, and every weathervane shivers and moans upon its dripping pin, ragged on chimneys the cloud whips, the ...
It little profits that an idle king, By this still hearth, among these barren crags, Matched with an aged wife, ...
One Christmas was so much like another, in those years around the sea-town corner now and out of all sound ...
Gawaine, aware again of Lancelot In the King's garden, coughed and followed him; Whereat he turned and stood with folded ...
I Partly to think, more to be left alone, George Annandale said something to his friends- A word or two, ...
'Twas in the year of 1886, and on the 29th of November, Which the surviving crew of the "Samuel Crawford" ...
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