Festus – XLV (Philip James Bailey Poems)
'Twas held of old by some heresiarch sage,Whose nobler name time bruits not overmuch,That evil and good, twin powers, as ...
'Twas held of old by some heresiarch sage,Whose nobler name time bruits not overmuch,That evil and good, twin powers, as ...
_Prince Henry_. God's blessing on the architects who buildThe bridges o'er swift rivers and abyssesBefore impassable to human feet,No less ...
IA heap of bare and splintery cragsTumbled about by lightning and frost,With rifts and chasms and storm-bleached jags,That wait and ...
Ah! weary Priest! — with pale hands pressedOn thy throbbing brow of pain,Baffled in thy life-long quest,Overworn with toiling vain,How ...
Where a bright creek into the river's sideShoots its keen arrow, a green heron sitsWatching the sunfish as it gleaming ...
This glass, when made, was, by the workman's skill,The sum of sixty minutes to fulfil.Time, more nor less, by it ...
A VIEWLESS thing is the wind,But its strength is mightier farThan a phalanxed host in battle line,Than the limbs of ...
ION through the Libyan sand Rolls ever, mile on mile, League on long league, cleaving the rainless land, Fed ...
When peevish flaws his soul have stirredTo fretful tears for crossed desires,Obedient to his mother's wordMy child to banishment retires.As ...
As withereth the Primrose by the river,As fadeth Sommers-sunne from gliding fountaines;As vanisheth the light blowne bubble ever,As melteth snow ...
CLOTHED on with thunder and with steel And black against the dawn The whirling armies clash and reel. . . ...
Death, from thy rigour a voice appealed,And men still hear what the sweet cry saith,Crying aloud in thine ears fast ...
WHEN the breath of autumn comesFirst, to say the summer's done,When the birds their leafy homesRifle of the seed and ...
You are not with me--only the moon, The sea and the gulls' cry, out of tune; The myriad ...
A blast of wind, a momentary breath,A wat'ry bubble symbolized with air,A sun-blown rose, but for a season fair,A ghostly ...
Proem. 1.1 Although great Queen, thou now in silence lie, 1.2 Yet thy loud Herald Fame, doth to the sky ...
Death, from thy rigour a voice appealed, And men still hear what the sweet cry saith, Crying aloud in thine ...
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