Mad Blake (William Rose Benet Poem)
Blake saw a treeful of angels at Peckham Rye, And his hands could lay hold on the tiger's terrible heart. ...
Blake saw a treeful of angels at Peckham Rye, And his hands could lay hold on the tiger's terrible heart. ...
Comrades, many a year and day Have fled since that glorious 9th of May When we made the charge at ...
What we are? We say we want to become what we are or what we have an intent to be. ...
In a vision of the night I saw them, In the battles of the night. 'Mid the roar and the ...
Lough, vessel, plough the British main, Seek the free ocean's wider plain; Leave English scenes and English skies, Unbind, dissever ...
Indeed I live in the dark ages! A guileless word is an absurdity. A smooth forehead betokens A hard heart. ...
Oh! could I hope the wise and pure in heart Might hear my song without a frown, nor deem My ...
Before thy shrine I kneel, an unknown worshipper, Chanting strange hymns to thee and sorrowful litanies, Incense of dirges, prayers ...
Young Mary, loitering once her garden way, Felt a warm splendour grow in the April day, As wine that blushes ...
My restless blood now lies a-quiver, Knowing that always, exquisitely, This April twilight on the river Stirs anguish in the ...
O God, in the dream the terrible horse began To paw at the air, and make for me with his ...
Men loved wholly beyond wisdom Have the staff without the banner. Like a fire in a dry thicket Rising within ...
Black trees against an orange sky, Trees that the wind shook terribly, Like a harsh spume along the road, Quavering ...
Gods, what a black, fierce day! The clouds were iron, Wrenched to strange, rugged shapes; the red sun winked Over ...
Eternally the choking steam goes up From the black pools of seething oil. . . . How merry Those little ...
"Oh yes, I went over to Edmonstoun the other day and saw Johnny, mooning around as usual! He will never ...
There were not many at that lonely place, Where two scourged hills met in a little plain. The wind cried ...
SEA, SEA RIDER The man who owned the bookstore was not magic. He was not a three-legged crow on the ...
I, from a window where the Meuse is wide, Looked eastward out to the September night; The men that in ...
I Lady and Queen and Mystery manifold And very Regent of the untroubled sky, Whom in a dream St. Hilda ...
Who was too Freely Moved to Tears, and thereby ruined his Political Career Lord Lundy from his earliest years Was ...
Down on the cathedrals, as from the Giralda in a land no crueller, and over the walls to domes & ...
Whence flew the litter whereon he was laid? Of what heroic stuff was warlock Henry made? and questions of that ...
All that hair flashing over the Atlantic, Henry's girl's gone. She'll find Paris a sweet place as many times he ...
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...
I. Let them fight it out, friend! things have gone too far. God must judge the couple: leave them as ...
I. Said Abner, ``At last thou art come! Ere I tell, ere thou speak, ``Kiss my cheek, wish me well!'' ...
"Thou thoughtest that I was altogether such a one as thyself." (David, Psalms 50.21) ['Will sprawl, now that the heat ...
(PIANO DI SORRENTO.) Fortu, Frotu, my beloved one, Sit here by my side, On my knees put up both little ...
Man-Moth: Newspaper misprint for "mammoth." Here, above, cracks in the buldings are filled with battered moonlight. The whole shadow of ...
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