Zoroaster (Charles Hamilton Musgrove Poems)
I. The light of a new day was on his brow, The faith of a great dawn was ...
I. The light of a new day was on his brow, The faith of a great dawn was ...
In the faint flush upon the tell-tale cheek,And in the pallor that succeeds it; byThe quivering lid of an averted ...
Proud Adelil! Proud Adelil! Why does she lie so cold? (I made her shrink, I made her ...
WHERE tides of tossed wistaria bloom Foam up in purple turbulence, Where twining boughs have built a room And wing'd ...
The poor old year died hard; for all the earth lay coldAnd bare beneath the wintry sky;While grey clouds scurried ...
Blossomed too soon, little daisies of Spring! Leaving the sheltering arms of the earth, The white tears of Winter unshed ...
It's more than just an easy word for casual good-bye;It's gayer than a greeting and it's sadder than a sigh;It ...
I was a goddess ere the marble found me. Wind, wind, delay not! Waft my spirit where the laurel crowned ...
IF you could speak, if I could only hear Your voice once more, the last fond words you said. Just ...
Some men are born to gather women's tears, To give a harbour to their timorous fears, To take them as ...
The path runs straight between the flowering rows, A moonlit path, hemmed in by beds of bloom, Where phlox and ...
I Serene and beautiful and very wise, Most erudite in curious Grecian lore, You lay and read your learned books, ...
After one moment when I bowed my head And the whole world turned over and came upright, And I came ...
I Our life is twofold; Sleep hath its own world, A boundary between the things misnamed Death and existence: Sleep ...
How does Love speak? In the faint flush upon the tell-tale cheek, And in the pallor that succeeds it; by ...
In one salutation to thee, my God, let all my senses spread out and touch this world at thy feet. ...
Between the wave-ridge and the strand I let you forth in sight of land, Songs that with storm-crossed wings and ...
Some men are born to gather women's tears, To give a harbour to their timorous fears, To take them as ...
TARRY a while, O Death, I cannot die While yet my sweet life burgeons with its spring; Fair is my ...
As one who in his journey bates at noon, Though bent on speed; so here the Arch-Angel paused Betwixt the ...
I may not weep, not weep, and he is dead. A weary, weary weight of tears unshed Through the long ...
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