From The Night Of Forebeing (Francis Thompson Poems)
An ode after Easter.Cast wide the folding doorways of the East,For now is light increased!And the wind-besomed chambers of the ...
An ode after Easter.Cast wide the folding doorways of the East,For now is light increased!And the wind-besomed chambers of the ...
IWith love exceeding a simple love of the thingsThat glide in grasses and rubble of woody wreck;Or change their perch ...
Our poet has never as yet Esteemed it proper or fit To detain you ...
St. Regimund, e'er he became a saint,Was much imbued with vulgar earthly taint;E'er he renounced the honors of a KnightAnd ...
Out of the heart of the city begottenOf the labour of men and their manifold hands,Whose souls, that were sprung ...
O'Shea was a big railway ganger, clean-hearted, and clean-limbed and shy,With a glint of grey hair at his temples, and ...
And when, at lastEscaped,-so many a green slope built on slopeBetwixt me and the enemy's house behind,I dared to rest, ...
I chanced upon an early walk to spyA troop of children through an orchard gate:The boughs hung low, the grass ...
When he was quite a small boy, Frank Was fond of useful playthings;So he was given a toy bank That ...
So casually we met, our meeting endedBy casual farewell, a commonplaceOnly our inner vision comprehended:Our hands had bridged illimitable space.Our ...
St. Agnes' Eve--Ah, bitter chill it was! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold; The hare limp'd trembling through ...
Small, busy flames play through the fresh-laid coals, And their faint cracklings o'er our silence creep Like whispers of the ...
After Joseph Roth Parce que c'était lui; parce que c'était moi. Montaigne, De L'amitië The dream's forfeit was a night ...
In Italy, where this sort of thing can occur, I had a vision once - though you understand It was ...
It is a sultry day; the sun has drank The dew that lay upon the morning grass, There is no ...
Oh! could I hope the wise and pure in heart Might hear my song without a frown, nor deem My ...
Long lines of cliff breaking have left a chasm; And in the chasm are foam and yellow sands; Beyond, red ...
Swift as a spirit hastening to his task Of glory & of good, the Sun sprang forth Rejoicing in his ...
Too volatile, am I?too voluble?too much a word-person? I blame the soup:I'm a primordially stirred person. Two pronouns and a ...
No more of talk where God or Angel guest With Man, as with his friend, familiar us'd, To sit indulgent, ...
My crippled sense fares bow'd along His uncompanioned way, And wronged by death pays life with wrong And I wake ...
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