Return (Lord John Wilmot Poems)
Absent from thee, I languish still;Then ask me not, When I return?The straying fool 'twill plainly killTo wish all day, ...
Absent from thee, I languish still;Then ask me not, When I return?The straying fool 'twill plainly killTo wish all day, ...
THE BODY Call in the dancers. THE SOUL All is vain. We live, and living is the pain We die ...
"My dream had never died or lived again.As in some mystic middle state I lay;Seeing I saw not, hearing not ...
Oh! the sun rose on the lea, and the bird sang merrilie, And the steed stood ready harness'd in the ...
You are over there, Father Malloy,Where holy ground is, and the cross marks every grave,Not here with us on the ...
Winter has come in sackcloth and ashes (Penance for Summer's enverdured sheaves). Bitterly, cruelly, bleakly he lashes ...
My prayers must meet a brazen heaven And fail and scatter all away. Unclean and seeming unforgiven My prayers I ...
Crow, feeling his brain slip, Finds his every feather the fossil of a murder. Who murdered all these? These living ...
'Twas after dread Pultowa's day, When fortune left the royal Swede - Around a slaughtered army lay, No more to ...
I 'Tis done -- but yesterday a King! And arm'd with Kings to strive -- And now thou art a ...
From plane of light to plane, wings dipping through Geometries and orchids that the sunset builds, Out of the peak's ...
Absent from thee I languish still; Then ask me not, when I return? The straying fool 'twill plainly kill To ...
My dream had never died or lived again. As in some mystic middle state I lay; Seeing I saw not, ...
In the grey beginning of years, in the twilight of things that began, The word of the earth in the ...
There was a woman, and she was wise; woefully wise was she; She was old, so old, yet her years ...
In the naked bed, in Plato's cave, Reflected headlights slowly slid the wall, Carpenters hammered under the shaded window, Wind ...
THERE were many burning hours on the heartsweet tide, And we passed away from ourselves, forgetting all The immortal moods ...
When he, who is the unforgiven, Beheld her first, he found her fair: No promise ever dreamt in heaven Could ...
PART I O! nothing earthly save the ray (Thrown back from flowers) of Beauty's eye, As in those gardens where ...
You are over there, Father Malloy, Where holy ground is, and the cross marks every grave, Not here with us ...
His Spirit in smoke ascended to high heaven. His father, by the cruelest way of pain, Had bidden him to ...
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