The City Of Refuge (Bessie Rayner Parkes Poems)
THE law which was given abides, By mountain and valley and wood, The slayer is fleeing, and after him rides ...
THE law which was given abides, By mountain and valley and wood, The slayer is fleeing, and after him rides ...
IIn flight eternally, the pendulumMakes answer to a rhythm that no man knows,As backward, forward, calling "Rise and come",Scythe-like in ...
You have dragged me on through the wild wood ways, You have given me toil and scanty rest, I have ...
This is the story of Moses, The earliest scribe that we keep: Void was the earth and ...
Ho! Ye who mourn the serried ranks that mouldOn fens of Flanders, hills of Picardy,Who rail at king or kaiser, ...
Sweet summer is gone; they have laid her away—The last sad hours that were touched with her grace—In the hush ...
OF old it went forth to Euchenor, pronounced of his sire—Reluctant, impelled by the god's unescapable fire—To choose for his ...
There was never a hint, when I was a boy,That the joy of the wilds might bring man joy;Never a ...
Satan, old friend and enemy of man; Lord of the shadows and sins whereby We wretches glimpse the sun in ...
THE great guns slay from a league away, the death- bolts fly unseen, And bellowing hill replies to hill, machine ...
Now do our eyes behold The tidings which were told: Twin fallen kings, twin perished hopes to mourn, The slayer, ...
Out of the Northland sombre weirds are calling;A shadow falleth southward day by day;Sad summers arms grow cold; his fire ...
1902 Who hath desired the Sea? -- the sight of salt wind-hounded -- The heave and the halt and the ...
The strength of twice three thousand horse That seeks the single goal; The line that holds the rending course, The ...
If the red slayer think he slays, Or if the slain think he is slain, They know not well the ...
eipate toi basilei, xamai pese daidalos aula. ouketi PHoibos exei kaluban, ou mantida daphnen, ou pagan laleousan . apesbeto kai ...
Mournful groans, as when a tempest lowers, Echo from the dreary house of woe; Death-notes rise from yonder minster's towers! ...
The hands of the clock were reaching high In an old midtown hotel; I name no name, but its sordid ...
Slayer of the winter, art thou here again? O welcome, thou that's bring'st the summer nigh! The bitter wind makes ...
For many, many days together The wind blew steady from the East; For many days hot grew the weather, About ...
But, learning now that they would have her speak, She threw her wet hair backward from her brow, Her hand ...
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