Festus – II (Philip James Bailey Poems)
From heaven, soul--like, to earth. It is sundown. MarkThe heart's state, empty and collapsed, the world'sVain pleasures leave us in, ...
From heaven, soul--like, to earth. It is sundown. MarkThe heart's state, empty and collapsed, the world'sVain pleasures leave us in, ...
I.AGASSIZ Come Dicesti _egli ebbe?_ non viv' egli ancora? Non fiere gli occhi suoi lo dolce lome?IThe electric nerve, whose ...
No more at dewy dawn, or setting sun,The blackbird's song floats mellow down the dale;Mute is the lark, or soars ...
IMy day began not till the twilight fell,And, lo, in ether from heaven's sweetest well,The New Moon swam divinely isolateIn ...
IAs, flake by flake, the beetling avalanches Build up their imminent crags of noiseless snow,Till some chance thrill the loosened ruin ...
PENAL COLONY OF WESTERN AUSTRALIA, 1857THE sun rose o'er dark Fremantle,And the Sentry stood on the wall;Above him, with white ...
Since the first human eyes saw the first timidstars break through Heaven and shine,Surely never a man was bowed down ...
'At last he is dead'So the wondering, horror-struck neighbours said, A skilful touch of his knife Has cut the thread of a ...
Heaven's cup held down to me I drain,The sunshine mounts and spurs my brain;Bathing in grass, with thirsty eyeI suck ...
A BLUSH as of rosesWhere rose never grew!Great drops on the bunch-grass,But not of the dew!A taint in the sweet ...
Through Thy clear spaces, Lord, of old,Formless and void the dead earth rolled;Deaf to Thy heaven's sweet music, blindTo the ...
Thou, run to the dry on this wayside bank,Too plainly of all the propellers bereft!Quenched youth, and is that thy ...
How will it dawn, the coming Christmas Day?A northern Christmas, such as painters love,And kinsfolk, shaking hands but once a ...
A granite rock on the mountain side Gazed on ...
That march of the funereal Past behold;How Glory sat on Bondage for its throne;How men, like dazzled insects, through the ...
Disease was lurking in the cup!Disastrous folly mantling there!For promised joys he quaffed it up-And his were ruin and despair!Yes-so ...
To sit on History in an easy chair,Still rivalling the wild hordes by whom 'twas writ!Sure, this beseems a race ...
Good Father!. 'Twas an eve in middle June, And war was waged anew By great Napoleon, who for years had ...
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