Israel In Egypt. Book First. (Edwin Atherstone Poems)
Tombed in the solid night of starless space; From nearest living orb so far removed, That light, of all material ...
Tombed in the solid night of starless space; From nearest living orb so far removed, That light, of all material ...
What, have I waked again? I never thoughtTo see the rosy dawn, or ev'n this grey, Dull, solemn stillness, ere ...
ISee the sweet women, friend, that lean beneathThe ever-falling fountain of green leavesRound the white bending stem, and like a ...
My lady sat in her bower, and span From a newly plenished creel; She loved the wild sea noise that ...
At dusk, when lowlands where dark waters glide Robe in gray mist, and through the greening hills The hoot-owl calls ...
Tonight as I was riding on a wave Of triumph and of glory, A Question suddenly, as from the ...
IT was a fever-dream; I lay Awake, as in the broad bright day, But faint and worn I drew my ...
"THIS realm is sacred to the silent past; Within its drowsy shades are treasures rare Of dust and dreams; ...
What! And it was so! Thou wert then Death—stricken from behind, O heart of hearts! and they were men, That ...
The old men sit by the fire and doze And dream to their souls' content. They were gallant ...
On All Souls' Night the dead walk on Kingston Bridge. — Old Legend.On Kingston Bridge the starlight shoneThrough hurrying mists ...
In Spasskoe, unforgettable September sheds its leaves.Isn't it time to close up the summer-house?Echo traps the thudding of axe-blows in ...
(_At Bombay_)Cast me out from among you, I will not see my childLaid aloft where the vultures May clamour for ...
HEAT overspread the earth, the birds were dumb;A shrouding of white cloud, which was not cloud,Or mist, which was not ...
You are not with me--only the moon, The sea and the gulls' cry, out of tune; The myriad ...
The sorrow of riverside blossoms inexplicable, And nowhere to complain -- I've gone half crazy. I look up our southern ...
Whither, O splendid ship, thy white sails crowding, Leaning across the bosom of the urgent West, That fearest nor sea ...
Mother of musings, Contemplation sage, Whose grotto stands upon the topmost rock Of Teneriffe; 'mid the tempestuous night, On which, ...
How shall my animal Whose wizard shape I trace in the cavernous skull, Vessel of abscesses and exultation's shell, Endure ...
At dusk, when lowlands where dark waters glide Robe in gray mist, and through the greening hills The hoot-owl calls ...
Two terrors fright my soul by night and day: The first is Life, and with her come the years; A ...
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