A Day In The Castle Of Envy (Wilfrid Scawen Blunt Poems)
The castle walls are full of eyes,And not a mouse may creep unseen.All the window slits are spies;And the towers ...
The castle walls are full of eyes,And not a mouse may creep unseen.All the window slits are spies;And the towers ...
Argument:Hark! hark!The dogs do bark;Beggars are coming to town.Some in rags,And some in tags,And some in velvet gown.The summer brooded ...
IOut of the reaches of illimitable nightThe blazing planet grew, and forc'd to lifeUnending cycles of progressive strifeAnd strange mutations ...
Leagues north, as fly the gull and auk,Point Judith watches with eye of hawk;Leagues south, thy beacon flames, Montauk!Lonely and ...
"Now since mine even is come at last,—For I have been the sport of steel,And hot life ebbeth from me ...
UP a dark and fetid alley, where the offal and the slimeOf a brave and blusterous city met its misery ...
Song by ValgovindThe fields are full of Poppies, and the skies are very blue,By the Temple in the coppice, I ...
AS I gazed on the prospect enchanted,On waves the sun-glory had kissed,There slowly swept down from the distance,The phantom-like bands ...
BEHOLD! how weirdly, wonderfully grandThe shades and colors of yon sunset sky!Rare isles of light in crimson oceans lie,Whose airy ...
O the wonderOf that music in my ear!How it touches-pains those fibresOf my soul-life which I fear!Fear because they wake ...
Gazing upon the toiling seas,In gloomy rows the silent captives sate;And as the ship rode off before the breeze,They murmured ...
I.Fallen the lofty halls, where vassal crowds Drank in the dawn of Gertrude's natal day. The dungeon roof an ...
ELLA kept anxious vigil by the bed: How strange it is to watch through creeping hours A face which was ...
The droning tram swings westward: shrillthe wire sings overhead, and chillmidwinter draughts rattle the glassthat shows the dusking way I ...
Not as the songs of other landsHer song shall be,Where dim her purple shore-line standsAbove the sea!As erst she stood, ...
The moon is bright, and the winds are laid, and the river is roaring by; Orion swings, with his belted ...
While stars above thee glow And the red moon sinks low Into the dusky sea, Night visions come and go ...
Over the wave-rim faint and far (Spectral sail and ghostly spar) Through the mist-banks a vessel glides Biding the ...
I took a contract to bury the body of blasphemous Bill MacKie, Whenever, wherever or whatsoever the manner of death ...
She was a Philistine spick and span, He was a bold Bohemian. She had the mode, and the last at ...
I Flat as a drum-head stretch the haggard snows; The mighty skies are palisades of light; The stars are blurred; ...
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