The Fourth EPIGRAM. (On GALLA) (Anne Killigrew Poem)
NOw liquid Streams by the fierce Gold do grow As solid as the Rocks from whence they flow; Now Tibers ...
NOw liquid Streams by the fierce Gold do grow As solid as the Rocks from whence they flow; Now Tibers ...
(From the French of Emile Verhaeren) He who walks through the meadows of Champagne At noon in Fall, when leaves ...
No days such honored days as these! While yet Fair Aphrodite reigned, men seeking wide For some fair thing which ...
I joy, dear mother, when I view Thy perfect lineaments, and hue Both sweet and bright. Beauty in thee takes ...
Foundered March 24. 1878 1 The Eurydice-it concerned thee, O Lord: Three hundred souls, O alas! on board, Some asleep ...
One heavy day I ran away from the grim face of society and the dizzying clamor of the city and ...
This is a day of happiness, sweet peace, And heavenly sunshine; upon which conven'd In full assembly fair, once more ...
(Halted around the fire by night, after moon-set, they sing this beneath the trees.) What light of unremembered skies Hast ...
To exalt, enthrone, establish and defend, To welcome home mankind's mysterious friend Wine, true begetter of all arts that be; ...
ADVERTISEMENT "The grand army of the Turks, (in 1715), under the Prime Vizier, to open to themselves a way into ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
I. Oh! Weep for those that wept by Babel's stream, Whose shrines are desolate, whose land a dream, Weep for ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
The vision of Christ that thou dost see Is my vision's greatest enemy. Thine has a great hook nose like ...
In these deep solitudes and awful cells, Where heav'nly-pensive contemplation dwells, And ever-musing melancholy reigns; What means this tumult in ...
He Lift up the veils that darken the delicate moon of thy glory and grace, Withhold not, O love, from ...
HAVE YOU found me, at last, O my Dream? Seven eons ago You died and I buried you deep under ...
To Jena Woodhouse This way of minutes miserably mixed With their own blinks misunderstood By birds and trees, this eye-born ...
Lo! Death has reared himself a throne In a strange city lying alone Far down within the dim West, Where ...
A gallant city has been builded far In the pied heaven, Bannered with crimson, sentinelled by star Of crystal even; ...
Here I lean over you, small son, sleeping Warm in my arms, And I con to my heart all your ...
Aye, but she? Your other sister and my other soul Grave Silence, lovelier Than the three loveliest maidens, what of ...
Of Man's first disobedience, and the fruit Of that forbidden tree whose mortal taste Brought death into the World, and ...
I. THE VOICE OF THE MAN IMPATIENT WITH VISIONS AND UTOPIAS We find your soft Utopias as white As new-cut ...
I. Sunrise. In my sleep I was fain of their fellowship, fain Of the live-oak, the marsh, and the main. ...
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