Sekhmet the Lion-Hearted (Leonora Speyer Poems)
In the dark night I heard a stirring,Near me something was purring.A voice, deep-throated, spoke:I litter armies for all easts ...
In the dark night I heard a stirring,Near me something was purring.A voice, deep-throated, spoke:I litter armies for all easts ...
With milk from thy own breasts thy children nurse,And be not than the female dragon worse;For ev'ry animal, e'en rav'nous ...
It is true that the rivers went nosing like swine,Tugging at banks, until they seemedBland belly-sounds in somnolent troughs,That the ...
A trapped fawn: I fix her up, I dress her, I help herrecover, I imprison her in a tower. I ...
AN APOSTROPHE TO THE MOON.O, silvery moon, fair mistress of the night,Thou mellow, ever vaccilating orb,How many eons of unmeasured ...
Hail to thee, mountain beloved, with thy glittering purple-dyed summit! Hail to thee also, fair sun, looking so lovingly ...
The Mighty Mother, and her son who brings The Smithfield muses to the ear of kings, I sing. Say you, ...
Here, down between the dusty trees, At this lank edge of haggard wood,Women with labour-loosened knees, With gaunt ...
Dawn from the Foretop! Dawn from the Barrel! A scurry of feet with a roar overhead;The master-watch wildly pointing to ...
I sit upon a shattered shaft, as if Time, worn and blind,Had smote himself in sudden rage and left one ...
AriaThe tiresome winter now is goneThe day so short, the night so longAt gentle paceDo change their face,Now must dark ...
Mary of Magdala came to bed;There were no soft curtains round her head;She had no mother to hold of worthThe ...
I do not need the skies' Pomp, when I would be wise; For pleasaunce nor to use Heaven's champaign ...
IAll all and all the dry worlds lever,Stage of the ice, the solid ocean,All from the oil, the pound of ...
A blackbird lands A good beer-barrel A man sits in a cave knitting A theatre in Copenhagen Abask the sea-wall ...
The isles of Greece, the isles of Greece! Where burning Sappho loved and sung, Where grew the arts of war ...
The isles of Greece, the isles of Greece! Where burning Sappho loved and sung, Where grew the arts of war ...
I All all and all the dry worlds lever, Stage of the ice, the solid ocean, All from the oil, ...
Here, down between the dusty trees, At this lank edge of haggard wood, Women with labour-loosened knees, With gaunt backs ...
Hail to thee, mountain beloved, with thy glittering purple-dyed summit! Hail to thee also, fair sun, looking so lovingly on! ...
How this tart fable instructs And mocks! Here's the parody of that moral mousetrap Set in the proverbs stitched on ...
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