Licia Sonnets 05 (Giles Fletcher Sr Poems)
Love with her hair my love by force hath tied,To serve her lips, her eyes, her voice, her hand;I smiled ...
Love with her hair my love by force hath tied,To serve her lips, her eyes, her voice, her hand;I smiled ...
O Lord, my life was known to TheeEre Thou had'st caused me yet to be,Thy spirit ever dwells in me.Could ...
How gracefully, O man, with thy palm-bough,Upon the waning century standest thou, In proud and noble manhood's prime,With unlocked senses, ...
Gazing upon the toiling seas,In gloomy rows the silent captives sate;And as the ship rode off before the breeze,They murmured ...
Heroes of elder days! untaught to yield,Who bled for Spain on many an ancient field;Ye, that around the oaken cross ...
God's armies of Heaven, with pinions extended,Spread wide their white arms to the standard of Light;And bending far down to ...
THE DUST of a thousand roads, the greaseAnd grime of slums, were on his face;The fangs of hunger and diseaseUpon ...
Through the wild night, the silence and the dark, Through league on league of the uncharted sky, Lonelier than ...
TRUTH is enough for prose: Calmly it goes To tell just what it knows.For verse, skill will suffice— Delicate, nice ...
Delivered out of raw continual pain, smell of darkness, groans of those others to whom he was chained-- unchained, and ...
1911 When the Himalayan peasant meets the he-bear in his pride, He shouts to scare the monster, who will often ...
The groves were God's first temples. Ere man learned To hew the shaft, and lay the architrave, And spread the ...
How gracefully, O man, with thy palm-bough, Upon the waning century standest thou, In proud and noble manhood's prime, With ...
MAN sails the deep awhile; Loud runs the roaring tide; The seas are wild and wide; O'er many a salt, ...
I We thrill too strangely at the master's touch; We shrink too sadly from the larger self Which for its ...
To Jena Woodhouse This way of minutes miserably mixed With their own blinks misunderstood By birds and trees, this eye-born ...
PART I O! nothing earthly save the ray (Thrown back from flowers) of Beauty's eye, As in those gardens where ...
1 We, whose lungs fill with the sweetness of day. Who in May admire trees flowering Are better than those ...
"Hill of Jews," says one, named for a cemetery long gone."Hill of Jove," says another, and maybe Jove stalked here ...
I I hate this yoke; for the world's sake here put it on: Knowing 'twill weigh as much on you ...
Let not our town be large, remembering That little Athens was the Muses' home, That Oxford rules the heart of ...
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