Amours De Voyage, Canto III (Arthur Hugh Clough Poems)
Yet to the wondrous St. Peter's, and yet to the solemn Rotunda, Mingling with heroes and gods, yet to the ...
Yet to the wondrous St. Peter's, and yet to the solemn Rotunda, Mingling with heroes and gods, yet to the ...
'Midst Tivoli's luxuriant glades,Bright-foaming falls, and olive shades,Where dwelt, in days departed long,The sons of battle and of song,No tree, ...
Trembling Creation's omnipresent sun,Immanent Harmonist, Whose rhythms run.Alike where midge pursues his swift romance,Or grave stars cluster for their midnight ...
But in her Temple's last recess inclos'd, On Dulness' lap th' Anointed head repos'd. Him close she curtains round with ...
Thy foes had girt thee with their dead array,O stately Alexandra! — yet the soundOf mirth and music, at the ...
Noble executors of the munificent testament Of the late John Simon Guggenheim, distinguished bunch Of benefactors, there are certain kinds ...
From what sad star I know not, but I found Myself new-born below the coppice rail, ...
People clean their homes before the feast.Stepping from the bustle of the streetI go down before Thee on my kneesAnd ...
Bavaria, 1946The clairvoyante, a major general's wife, The secretaries' sibyl, read the letters They brought her from their GI soldier-lovers, ...
THOU, Sibyl rapt! whose sympathetic soul Infused the myst'ries thy tongue failed to tell; Though from thy lips the marvellous ...
If thou wouldst win the rhythmic heart of things, Go sit in solitude beside the shore, Giving thine ...
MAKE thyself known, Sibyl, or let despair Of knowing thee be absolute; I wait Hour-long and waste a soul. What ...
I love all sights of earth and skies, From flowers that glow to stars that shine; The comet and the ...
YES, write, if you want to, there's nothing like trying; Who knows what a treasure your casket may hold? I'll ...
'Tis not ev'ry day that I Fitted am to prophesy: No, but when the spirit fills The fantastic pannicles, Full ...
Man was made of social earth, Child and brother from his birth; Tethered by a liquid cord Of blood through ...
HEALTH to the Maxwell's veteran Chief! Health, aye unsour'd by care or grief: Inspir'd, I turn'd Fate's sibyl leaf, This ...
It is full winter now: the trees are bare, Save where the cattle huddle from the cold Beneath the pine, ...
THE low-voiced girls that go In gardens of the Lord, Like flowers of the field they grow In sisterly accord. ...
Lo, find we here when the ripe day is o'er A kingdom of enchantment by the shore! Behold the sky ...
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