The Dance Of The Seven Sins (Arthur Symons Poems)
THE BODY Call in the dancers. THE SOUL All is vain. We live, and living is the pain We die ...
THE BODY Call in the dancers. THE SOUL All is vain. We live, and living is the pain We die ...
There is a power whose inspiration fills Nature's fair fabric, sun- and star-inwrought, Like airy dew ere any drop distils, ...
TO THE QUEENLADY and Queen, for whom our laurels twine, Upon whose head the glories of our land ...
OVER the heart of the west, the Taos desertCircles an eagle,And it's dark between me and him.The sun, as he ...
When, like a running grave, time tracks you down,Your calm and cuddled is a scythe of hairs,Love in her gear ...
About the dead dark o' the night,Ere the first cock clapped his wing,The Hun Lord's soul had wandered far —A ...
WHEN my life has enough of love, and my spirit enough of mirth,When the ocean no longer beckons me, when ...
IMaryland, Virginia, CarolinePent images in sleepClay valleys rocky hills old fields of pineUnspeakable and deepOut of that source of time ...
By lagoons and reedy places,Where the little river races By the lips of dreaming pools Where the soothing water coolsMany ...
Full many lift and singTheir sweet imagining;Not yet the Lyric Seer,The one bard of the throng,With highest gift of song,Breaks ...
Through the starry hollowOf the summer nightI would follow, followHesperus the bright,To seek beyond the western waveHis garden of delight.Hesperus ...
Oh, fisher-fleet, go in from the sea And furl your wings. The bay is gray with the ...
The wonder of light is your familiar tale,Pert wench, down to the nineteenth century:Mr. Rimbaud the Frenchman's apostasyAsserts the argument ...
I How the slates of the roof sparkle in the sun, over there, over there, beyond the high wall! How ...
I Frindsbury, Kent, 1786 Bang! Bang! Tap! Tap-a-tap! Rap! All through the lead and silver Winter days, All through the ...
I I saw a slowly-stepping train -- Lined on the brows, scoop-eyed and bent and hoar -- Following in files ...
The three men coming down the winter hill In brown, with tall poles and a pack of hounds At heel, ...
The three men coming down the winter hill In brown, with tall poles and a pack of hounds At heel, ...
When, like a running grave, time tracks you down, Your calm and cuddled is a scythe of hairs, Love in ...
We knew that land once, You and I, and once we wandered there in the long days now long gone ...
There is a power whose inspiration fills Nature's fair fabric, sun- and star-inwrought, Like airy dew ere any drop distils, ...
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