Robert the Bruce (To Douglas in Dying) (Edwin Muir Poems)
'MY life is done, yet all remains,The breath has gone, the image not,The furious shapes once forged in heatLive on ...
'MY life is done, yet all remains,The breath has gone, the image not,The furious shapes once forged in heatLive on ...
The angel and the girl are metEarth was the only meeting place.For the embodied never yetTravelled beyond the shore of ...
Comes the lure of green things growing,Comes the call of waters flowing -And the wayfarer desireMoves and wakes and would ...
"WHEN love in the faint heart trembles, And the eyes with tears are wet, Oh, tell me what resembles ...
Under the blue skies of her native landShe languished and began to fade...Until surely there flew without a soundAbove me, ...
Dear grey-winged angel, with the mouth set stern And time-devouring eyes, the sweetest sweet Of kisses when two severed lovers ...
The softest whisperings of the scented South, And rust and roses in the cannon's mouth; And, where the thunders of ...
When we are old and these rejoicing veinsAre frosty channels to a muted stream,And out of all our burning their ...
The leafless branch and meadow sere, The dull and leaden skies,Join with the mournful wind and drearIn dirges for ...
Now do our eyes behold The tidings which were told: Twin fallen kings, twin perished hopes to mourn, The slayer, ...
Oh, glorious are the guarded heights Where guardian souls abide-- Self-exiled from our gross delights-- Above, beyond, outside: An ampler ...
The shadow by my finger cast Divides the future from the past: Before it, sleeps the unborn hour In darkness, ...
In a cool curving world he lies And ripples with dark ecstasies. The kind luxurious lapse and steal Shapes all ...
(Halted around the fire by night, after moon-set, they sing this beneath the trees.) What light of unremembered skies Hast ...
Outbound, your bark awaits you. Were I one Whose prayer availeth much, my wish should be Your favoring trad-wind and ...
Dim, gradual thinning of the shapeless gloom Shudders to drizzling daybreak that reveals Disconsolate men who stamp their sodden boots ...
1. A conversation begins with a lie. and each speaker of the so-called common language feels the ice-floe split, the ...
From the Past and Unavailing Out of cloudland we are steering: After groping, after fearing, Into starlight we come trailing, ...
Go from me, summer friends, and tarry not: I am no summer friend, but wintry cold, A silly sheep benighted ...
When we are old and these rejoicing veins Are frosty channels to a muted stream, And out of all our ...
Prelude Blue storm-clouds in hot heavens of mid-July Hung heavy, brooding over land and sea: Our hearts, a-tremble, throbbed in ...
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