Convict Once – Part Third. (James Brunton Stephens Poems)
I.1IT was a fever, they tell me: to me 'twas a sleep and a waking;Yet not a sleep without dreams: ...
I.1IT was a fever, they tell me: to me 'twas a sleep and a waking;Yet not a sleep without dreams: ...
Methought beneath a Castle huge I stood,That seemed to grow out of a rock sublime,Through the dominion of its solitudeAugustly ...
LIST to this legend, which an antique poetHath left among the musty tomes of eld,Like a flushed rosebud pressed between ...
It was not when the sun through the glittering sky,In summer's joyful majesty,Looked from his cloudless height;-It was not when ...
"O soft, small cloud, the dim, sweet dawn adorning,Swan-like a-sailing on its tender grey; Why dost thou, dost thou float, So high, ...
I LOVE Queen August's stately sway,And all her fragrant south winds say,With vague, mysterious meanings fraught,Of unimaginable thought;Those winds, 'mid ...
WINGED poet of vernal ethers!Ah! where hast thou lingered long?I have missed thy passionate, skyward flightsAnd the trills of thy ...
BY fire and cloud, across the desert sand,And through the parted waves,From their long bondage, with an outstretched hand,God led ...
When on thy brow I gaze and in thine eyes-- Eyes heavy-laden with the soul's desire, Not passion-lit, but lit with Heav'n's ...
The Nightingale upon the Rose's breast Warbling her tale of life-long sorrow lies, Till in love's tranc(Nizamat Jung)
VOICES of strange sea breezes caught,Half tangled in the pine-tree tall,With ocean's tenderest music fraught,Serenely rise, and sweetly fall.They charm ...
Down in the street the last late hansoms goStill westward, but with backward eyes of redThe harlot shuffles to her ...
Round Se?m's isle the black waves boilOn the rough, rough rocks below,And none can tell the date or timeSince they ...
Alone I list In the leafy tryst; Silent the woodlands in their starry sleep- Silent the phantom wood in ...
THE Hours passed by, a fleet, confused crowd; With wafture of blown garments bright as fire, Light, light of foot ...
With a golden rolling sound Booming came a bell,From the aery in the towerEagles fell;So with regal wings Hurled, and ...
_She_. How soft the night wind strokes the meadow grasses And, breathing music, through ...
Grave brother of the burning sands, Whose eyes enshrine forever The desert's soul, are you not worn Of gazing outward ...
Thou dost not dwell in this dark world of ours, Where sorrow, want, and crime, and misery reign;Where famine stalks; ...
I MARK the months in liveries dank and dry, The day-tides many-shaped and hued; I see the nightfall shades subtrude, ...
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