Khan Zada’s Song On The Hillside (Laurence Hope Poems)
The fires that burn on all the hills Light up the landscape grey,The arid desert land distills The fervours of the day.The ...
The fires that burn on all the hills Light up the landscape grey,The arid desert land distills The fervours of the day.The ...
Beyond the steady rock the steady sea,In movement more immovable than station,Gathers and washes and is gone. It comes,A slow ...
Athwart the sod which is treading for God * the poet paced with hissplendid eyes;Paradise-verdure he stately passes * to ...
O MIRACLE of love! You whom I adore unto delirium, Your arms are white lilies upon my bosom. Stars encircle ...
NOW the moon-beam's trembling lustre Silvers o'er the dewy green,And in soft and shadowy colours Sweetly paints the ...
Oh let it be where the waters are meeting, In one crystal sheet, like the summer's sky bright! ...
When the dawn winds whisperTo the standing corn,And the rose of morningFrom the dark is born,All my shadowy gardenSeems to ...
Gnats and an ant have gnawed your nimble bones-You who could spring and sprawl on your own thread Down half ...
1 A yellow band of light upon the street Pours from an open door, and makes a wide Pathway of ...
I envy every flower that blows Along the meadow where she goes, And every bird that sings to her, And ...
White founts falling in the Courts of the sun, And the Soldan of Byzantium is smiling as they run; There ...
Awake, my heart, to be loved, awake, awake! The darkness silvers away, the morn doth break, It leaps in the ...
To exalt, enthrone, establish and defend, To welcome home mankind's mysterious friend Wine, true begetter of all arts that be; ...
But do not let us quarrel any more, No, my Lucrezia; bear with me for once: Sit down and all ...
I. Moonlight silvers the tops of trees, Moonlight whitens the lilac shadowed wall And through the evening fall, Clearly, as ...
In the outskirts of the village On the river's winding shores Stand the Occidental plane-trees, Stand the ancient sycamores. One ...
WHEN the breeze of a joyful dawn blew free In the silken sail of infancy, The tide of time flow'd ...
After they passed beneath us I could tell more would be coming, beneath the sand, under the bejeweled sky, under ...
(For Paula)THE GRIP of the ice is gone now. The silvers chase purple. The purples tag silver. They let out ...
I WOULD I could weave in The colour, the wonder, The song I conceive in My heart while I ponder, ...
SORC'RESS of the Cave profound! Hence, with thy pale, and meagre train, Nor dare my roseate bow'r profane, Where light-heel'd ...
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