At Tarragona (Arthur Symons Poems)
If I could know but when and whyThis piece of thoughtless dust beginsTo think, and straightway I am I,And these ...
If I could know but when and whyThis piece of thoughtless dust beginsTo think, and straightway I am I,And these ...
THE BODY Call in the dancers. THE SOUL All is vain. We live, and living is the pain We die ...
To SAROJINI NAIDU A YOUTH OF SHEBA. THE QUEEN OF SHEBA. THE HERALD. ...
FAUSTUS Why am I fettered with eternal change? I follow after changeless love, and find Nothing but change; I seek, ...
I Love now, my heart, there is but now to love; Seek nothing more, but let it be enough That ...
Is it the petals falling from the rose? For in the silence I can hear a sound Nearer than mine ...
I dreamed that the Chimaera came, A wandering angel, white with flame From some cloud's height or moonless deep, And ...
OTHO A word, Poppaea! POPPAEA I will speak with you If you will speak for kindness; but your brows Are ...
I. S. APOLLINARE IN CLASSE: RAVENNA A temple by the wayside, a shut gate Which no priest enters, going in ...
Giovanni Malatesta, the lame old man, Walking one night, as he was used, being old, Upon the grey seashore at ...
And if I love you more than my own soul Then must you die and I shall never die Until ...
God is; and because life omnipotent Gives birth to life, or of itself must die, The suicide of its own ...
I do not know if your eyes are green or grey Or if there are other eyes brighter than they; ...
I There are grey hours when I drink of indifference; all things fade Into the grey of a twilight that ...
The little Stones chuckle among the fields: "We are so small: God will not think of us; We are so ...
I am the torch, she saith, and what to meIf the moth die of me? I am the flameOf Beauty, ...
The sun, a fiery orange in the air, Thins and discolours to a disc of tin, Until the breathing mist's ...
This was a woman young and passionate, Loving the Earth, and loving mot to be Where she might be alone ...
To ARNOLD DOLMETSCH A melancholy desire of ancient things Floats like a faded perfume out of the wires; Pallid lovers, ...
The wandering, wise, outcast sons Of Pharaoh, the dark roofless ones, Taught me this wisdom: if Death come, And take ...
When your lips seek my lips they bring That sorrowful and outcast thing My heart home from its wandering. Then, ...
There are some hours when I seem so indifferent; all things fadeTo an indifferent greyness, like that grey of the ...
In the twilight of the year, Here, about these twilight ways, When the grey moth night drew near, Fluttering on ...
What is good for fever, except sleep? What is good for love, but to forget? Bury love deep, Deeper than ...
Love comes unawares (In my arms sighing). Ah me, the many cares Between his birth and dying! Love comes like ...
The night's held breath, And the Stars' steady eyes: Is it sleep, is it death, In the earth, in the ...
I heard the sighing of the reed In the grey pool in the green land, The sea-wind in the long ...
Emmy's exquisite youth and her virginal air, Eyes and teeth in the flash of a musical smile, Come to me ...
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