I cry to you as I pass your windows in the dusk; . . (Christopher Brennan Poems)
I cry to you as I pass your windows in the dusk; Ye have built you unmysterious homes and ways ...
I cry to you as I pass your windows in the dusk; Ye have built you unmysterious homes and ways ...
AH, my heart, the storm and sadness! Wind that moans, uncomforted, Requiem for Love that's dead' Love ...
This is the bitterest thing of all my days, That which I have loved so well, that now is ...
R.M.S. Lusitania. Sunk by German Submarine, 7th May, 1915 Long since their scattered bones are bleached and bare. Fishes have ...
I hear the melancholy crying of birds in the night Over the long brown wrinkled fields that lie As far ...
Born with a monocle he stares at life,And sends his soul on pensive promenades;He pays a high price for discarded ...
(For A. K. K.) What distant mountains thrill and glow Beneath our Lady Folly's tread? Why has she left us, ...
Beyond the pale of memory, In some mysterious dusky grove; A place of shadows utterly, Where never coos the turtle-dove, ...
The sun goes down, and over all These barren reaches by the tide Such unelusive glories fall, I almost dream ...
Song (Act V, scene i) And this place our forefathers made for man ...
1 They that in play can do the thing they would, Having an instinct throned in reason's place, --And every ...
Swings the way still by hollow and hill, And all the world's a song; "She's far," it sings me, "but ...
I Leaguered in fire The wild black promontories of the coast extend Their savage silhouettes; The sun in universal carnage ...
Two crowned Kings, and One that stood alone With no green weight of laurels round his head, But with sad ...
(Newdigate prize poem recited in the Sheldonian Theatre Oxford June 26th, 1878. To my friend George Fleming author of 'The ...
I. Gone, O gentle heart and true, Friend of hopes foregone, Hopes and hopeful days with you Gone? Days of ...
Watchman, what of the night? - Storm and thunder and rain, Lights that waver and wane, Leaving the watchfires unlit. ...
It's slim and trim and bound in blue; Its leaves are crisp and edged with gold; Its words are simple, ...
I Fires in the dark you build; tall quivering flames In the huge midnight forest of the unknown. Your soul ...
The leaves are falling one and one, Each like a life to me, As over-soonly in the sun They spiral ...
Aye, but she? Your other sister and my other soul Grave Silence, lovelier Than the three loveliest maidens, what of ...
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