The Young Friar (Alfred Noyes Poems)
When leaves broke out on the wild briar, And bells for matins rung,Sorrow came to the old friar ...
When leaves broke out on the wild briar, And bells for matins rung,Sorrow came to the old friar ...
He faints with hope and fear. It is the hour. Distant, across the thundering organ-swell, In sweet discord from the ...
Evening is coming, the sun waxes red,Radiant colors from heaven are beamingLife's lustrous longings in infinite streaming;—Glory in death o'er ...
If I were a monk, and thou wert a nun,Pacing it wearily, wearily,Twixt chapel and cell till day were done—Wearily, ...
OPEN the beautiful gates of the West,A chariot of gold is waiting the guestWho, for twelve rolling moons, has been ...
The slope rises rapidly in the shadow of the houses; amid the eaves and gutters appears a limpid sky... The ...
The crabs are lunching;An hour I've watched, and still they eat,Pincering microcosms from the scaly rocks,Time to split-second mouth shutteringsLink ...
CXIIGone, gone! The rayless window sheds no light Upon my upturned eyes; the graceful girl Whose distant presence made my ...
From Mericourt to Avion'Tis but a mile or so:(Only the span 'tixt life and death,I found, so long ago!)To saunter ...
He did love three things in this world:Choir chants at vespers, albino peacocks,And worn, weathered maps of America.And he did ...
I. Fair Isabel, poor simple Isabel! Lorenzo, a young palmer in Love's eye! They could not in the self-same mansion ...
St. Agnes' Eve--Ah, bitter chill it was! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold; The hare limp'd trembling through ...
I shall keep singing! Birds will pass me On their way to Yellower Climes -- Each -- with a Robin's ...
Part I It is an ancient Mariner, And he stoppeth one of three. 'By thy long grey beard and glittering ...
I. Gr-r-r---there go, my heart's abhorrence! Water your damned flower-pots, do! If hate killed men, Brother Lawrence, God's blood, would ...
Those villages stricken with the melancholia of Sunday, in all of whose ocher streets one dog is sleeping those volcanoes ...
King Arthur made new knights to fill the gap Left by the Holy Quest; and as he sat In hall ...
He faints with hope and fear. It is the hour. Distant, across the thundering organ-swell, In sweet discord from the ...
Harp of the North, farewell! The hills grow dark, On purple peaks a deeper shade descending; In twilight copse the ...
I rode one evening with Count Maddalo Upon the bank of land which breaks the flow Of Adria towards Venice: ...
I. Where freezing wastes of dazzl'ing Snow O'er LEMAN'S Lake rose, tow'ring; The BARON GOLFRE'S Castle strong Was seen, the ...
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