Festus – XLV (Philip James Bailey Poems)
'Twas held of old by some heresiarch sage,Whose nobler name time bruits not overmuch,That evil and good, twin powers, as ...
'Twas held of old by some heresiarch sage,Whose nobler name time bruits not overmuch,That evil and good, twin powers, as ...
It is a summer evening, calm and fair,A warm, yet freshening glow is in the air;Along its bank, the cool ...
Therefore death to usIs nothing, nor concerns us in the least,Since nature of mind is mortal evermore.And just as in ...
Therefore death to usIs nothing, nor concerns us in the least,Since nature of mind is mortal evermore.And just as in ...
I, walking the familiar street, While a crammed horse-car jingled through it,Was lifted from my prosy feet And in Arcadia ere I ...
THIS POEM, DEDICATED TO HIS MOTHER.To twilight heads comes Death as comes a friend.As with the gentle fading of the ...
Beneath the surface of a shallow lake, Where grasses rank and mammoth rushes grow,And playful fish their bright fins nimbly shake, Or ...
Your hands--they are strangely fair!O Fair--for the jewels that sparkle there,--Fair--for the witchery of the spellThat ivory keys alone can ...
THERE'S traffic in the worlds immortal, For many souls are flying home,Striving and pushing at the portal For sight of glorious things ...
I wonder if the spell, the mystery,That like a haze about your silence clings,Moulding your void until we seem to ...
Oh! was there ever tale of human loveWhich was not also tale of human tears?Died not sweet Desdemona? sorrowed notFair, ...
In that fair capital where Pleasure, crowned Amidst her myriad courtiers, riots and rules, I too have been a suitor. ...
There was a fountain in my heart Whose deeps had not been stirred;A thirst for music in my soul My ...
"TURN out more ale, turn up the light; I will not go to bed to-night. Of all the foes that ...
Here, in the silent churchyard, 'mid a thousand dead, alone, Weary I sit for a moment clasping this cross of ...
IThe heart you hold too small and local thing,Such spacious terms of edifice to bear.And ...
Ah, don't I know that, groping in the gloom,Night would not find its way out of the dark?Am I monster ...
Down the path Away from the road, Bustle of the highway In the inner quiet Cold of winter Emptiness, sadness, ...
Down the path Away from the road, Bustle of the highway In the inner quiet Cold of winter Emptiness, sadness, ...
In that fair capital where Pleasure, crowned Amidst her myriad courtiers, riots and rules, I too have been a suitor. ...
When the brethren heard of us, they came to meet us as far as Appii Forum, and The Three Taverns.-(Acts ...
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