A Brother Of The Battuti (Arthur Symons Poems)
Shed, sinful flesh, these tears of blood,For all thy vileness all too few;Wash out, O holy healing flood,The sins that ...
Shed, sinful flesh, these tears of blood,For all thy vileness all too few;Wash out, O holy healing flood,The sins that ...
THE BODY Call in the dancers. THE SOUL All is vain. We live, and living is the pain We die ...
FAUSTUS Why am I fettered with eternal change? I follow after changeless love, and find Nothing but change; I seek, ...
Is it the petals falling from the rose? For in the silence I can hear a sound Nearer than mine ...
Lady of the seven sorrows which are love, What sacrificial way First led your feet to, those remoter heights Which, ...
I. S. APOLLINARE IN CLASSE: RAVENNA A temple by the wayside, a shut gate Which no priest enters, going in ...
These are the women whom no man has loved. Year after year, day after day has moved These hearts with ...
Beautiful demon, O veil those eyes of fire, Cover your breads that are whiter than milk, and ruddy With dewy ...
O broken, old, weary desire of life, Unquenchable flame of desire, That wakens, like a well-nigh waited fire, Now in ...
I buy no more from merchants of bought dreams, For I have greater memories than these bring Back from their ...
O water, voice of my heart, crying in the sand, All night long crying with a ...
When I am old, and think of the old days,And warm my hands before a little blaze,Having forgotten love, hope, ...
Beloved, and Stranger to me than my foe, And nearer to me than my breath, and my peace and my ...
I have grown tired of sorrow and human tears;Life is a dream in the night, a fear among fears,A naked ...
O water, voice of my heart, crying in the sand, All night long crying with a mournful cry. As I ...
Why is it that I sing no songs of you, Now, as in those old days I used to do? ...
Shall I be wroth with Time, that has no stay, And even dreams brings to a mortal end, Because my ...
When I am walking sadly or triumphantly. With eyes that brood upon the smouldering thought of you, And long desire ...
Who shall quench the soul's desire Of the moth, that is God's fire? Who shall with a painted cloth Stain ...
You say that you love me, And why should we ever part? Do you think to move me With words ...
That day a fire was in my blood; I could have sung: joy wrapt me round; The men I met ...
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