Enceladus (Alfred Noyes Poems)
In the Black Country, from a little window, Before I slept, across the haggard wastes Of dust and ...
In the Black Country, from a little window, Before I slept, across the haggard wastes Of dust and ...
There's a barrel-organ carolling across a golden street In the City as the sun sinks low; And the music's not ...
I.(_On many recent novels by the conventional unconventionalists_.)Old Pantaloon, lean-witted, dour and rich, After grim years of soul-destroying greed,Weds Columbine, ...
Under an arch of glorious leaves I passedOut of the wood and saw the sickle moonFloating in daylight o'er the ...
There is a song of England that none shall ever sing; So ...
I.Before those golden altar-lights we stood, Each one of us remembering his own dead.A more than earthly beauty seemed to ...
IHe sat with his foolish mouth agape at the golden glare of the sea,And his wizened ...
I England, my mother, Lift to my western sweetheart ...
When leaves broke out on the wild briar, And bells for matins rung,Sorrow came to the old friar ...
Queen of queens, oh lady mine, You who say you love me, Here's a cup of crimson ...
Sherwood in the twilight, is Robin Hood awake?Grey and ghostly shadows are gliding through the brake,Shadows of the dappled deer, ...
Elf-blooded creature, little did he reck Of this blind world's delights,Content to wreathe his legs around his neck ...
The round brown sails were reefed and struggling home Over the glitter and gloom of the angry deep: ...
How like the sky she bends above her child, One with the great horizon of her pain! No sob ...
Give me the sunlight and the seaAnd who shall take my heaven from me?Light of the Sun, Life of the ...
Apes and ivory, skulls and roses, in junks of old Hong-Kong, Gliding over a sea of dreams to a ...
(It is supposed that Shadow-of-a-Leaf uses the word "clear" in amore ancient sense of "beautiful.")As along a dark pine-bough, in ...
There came a crowder to the Mermaid Inn, One dark May night,Fiddling a tune that quelled our motley din, With ...
I.If souls could sing to heaven's high King As blackbirds pipe on earth, How those delicious courts would ...
_Why do we make our music?_ Oh, blind dark strings reply:Because we dwell in a strange land And remember a ...
STEADFAST as any soldier of the lineHe served his England, with the imminent deathPoised at his heart. Nor could the ...
Trumpeter, sound for the last Crusade!Sound for the fire of the red-cross kings, Sound for the passion, ...
I. Heart of my heart, the world is young; Love lies hidden in every rose! Every song that the skylark ...
(WHAT THE GHOSTS SAID.)And after all the labour and the pains,After the heaping up of gold on gold,After success that ...
Give me the pulse of the tide again And the slow lapse of the leaves,The rustling gold of a field ...
When Spring comes back to EnglandAnd crowns her brows with May,Round the merry moonlit worldShe goes the greenwood way:She throws ...
Time, wouldst thou hurt us? Never shall we grow old. Break as thou wilt these bodies of blind clay, ...
Now, in a breath, we'll burst those gates of gold, And ransack heaven before our moment fails. Now, in ...
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