The Charnel Rose: A Symphony (Conrad Potter Aiken Poems)
She rose in moonlight, and stood, confronting sea, With her bare arms uplifted, And lifted her voice in the silence ...
She rose in moonlight, and stood, confronting sea, With her bare arms uplifted, And lifted her voice in the silence ...
'Attar began The Conference of the Birds (Mantiq al-tair) with an invocation praising the holy Creator in which he suggested ...
Raging storms, evil gods are theyRuthless demons, who in heaven's vault were created, are they,Workers of evil are they,They lift ...
Extracts from the Prologue I have come into the Desert because my soul is athirst as the Desert is ...
Life is not all for effort: there are hours,When fancy breaks from the exacting will,And rebel though takes schoolboy's holiday,Rejoicing ...
_Stanzas from "Onegin"_Our Northern Winter's fickle Summer,Than Southern Winter scarce more bland--Is undeniably withdrawingOn fleeting footsteps from the land.Soon will ...
Day is withdrawing like an old kingDispossessed of his crownBy barbarian foreignersAlone on the road to exileHe turns back at ...
Adultery is my nature. Faith, if the truth were known, I was begot After some gluttonous dinner; some stirring dish ...
A snake came to my water-trough On a hot, hot day, and I in pyjamas for the heat, To drink ...
A governor it was proclaimed this time, When all who would come seeking in New Hampshire Ancestral memories might come ...
1 A CALIFORNIA song! A prophecy and indirection-a thought impalpable, to breathe, as air; A chorus of dryads, fading, departing-or ...
Tracks of rain and light linger in the spongy greens of a nature whose flickering mountain-bulging nearer, ebbing back into ...
Hail, mildly pleasing solitude, Companion of the wise and good; But, from whose holy, piercing eye, The herd of fools, ...
SPONTANEOUS me, Nature, The loving day, the mounting sun, the friend I am happy with, The arm of my friend ...
I WOULD I could weave in The colour, the wonder, The song I conceive in My heart while I ponder, ...
Talent is what they say you have after the novel is published and favorably reviewed. Beforehand what you have is ...
You never understood, O unknown one, Why it was I repaid Your devoted friendship and delicate ministrations First with diminished ...
Within this sober Frame expect Work of no Forrain Architect; That unto Caves the Quarries drew, And Forrests did to ...
Moored to the same ring: The hour, the darkness and I, Our compasses hooded like falcons. Now the memory of ...
1 We, whose lungs fill with the sweetness of day. Who in May admire trees flowering Are better than those ...
A governor it was proclaimed this time, When all who would come seeking in New Hampshire Ancestral memories might come ...
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