The Painter Of Florence (Ernest Jones Poems)
THERE'S a mansion old 'mid the hills of the west,So old, that men know not by whom it was built;But ...
THERE'S a mansion old 'mid the hills of the west,So old, that men know not by whom it was built;But ...
''Powers, erst of heaven; and, haply, yet again, As, with the years, we wiser, mightier grow, Thither, triumphant, destined to ...
Tombed in the solid night of starless space; From nearest living orb so far removed, That light, of all material ...
(ll. 246-260) The Holy Lord, All-wielding God, with mighty handhad wrought ten angel-orders in whom He trusted well, that theywould ...
Long, long ago, it seems, this summer mornThat pale-browed April passed with pensive treadThrough the frore woods, and from its ...
My heritage! It is to live withinThe marts of Pleasure and of Gain, yet beNo willing worshiper at either shrine;To ...
Two souls within this lunar cycle passed Beyond the curtained stage of life and time. One weary from long vigils, ...
Riding on Rosinante where the carsWith dismal unremitting clangors pass,And people move like curbless energumensRowelled by fiends of fury back ...
Eternal autumn gilds the trees whereonan ardent twilight lengthens endlessly.In a warm strong wind the leaves whirl on and onwhile ...
Ye doubtful race! whom apes and foxes bred, And, drench'd with human gore, a tigress fed! Mid your sad triumphs ...
He who from fate receives but blow on blow, Who, like myself in her disfavour stands, Although he had a ...
A roaring company that festive night; The beast of dialectic dragged his chains, Prowling from chair to chair is the ...
What is unwisdom but the lusting after Longevity: to be old and full of days! For the vast and unremitting ...
The Heart has narrow Banks It measures like the Sea In mighty -- unremitting Bass And Blue Monotony Till Hurricane ...
Hope is a strange invention -- A Patent of the Heart -- In unremitting action Yet never wearing out -- ...
MY father was a farmer upon the Carrick border, O, And carefully he bred me in decency and order, O; ...
I hold it the duty of one who is gifted And specially dowered I all men's sight, To know no ...
(Time, Morning. Scene, the Shore.) Once more to daily toil--once more to wear The weeds of infamy--from every joy The ...
(Lines written in the Vale of Chamouni) 1 The everlasting universe of things Flows through the mind, and rolls its ...
I The everlasting universe of things Flows through the mind, and rolls its rapid waves, Now dark--now glittering--now reflecting gloom-- ...
To-day the woods are trembling through and through With shimmering forms, that flash before my view, Then melt in green ...
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