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 ...
To SAROJINI NAIDU A YOUTH OF SHEBA. THE QUEEN OF SHEBA. THE HERALD. ...
I Love now, my heart, there is but now to love; Seek nothing more, but let it be enough That ...
I Under the trees in the dell. Here by the side of the stream, Were it not pleasant to dream, ...
I am the prisoner of my love of you. I pace my soul, as prisoned culprits do, You Stand like ...
I pray to the old kindness of the Earth, Which is a spirit moving in the world, Closer to life ...
Giovanni Malatesta, the lame old man, Walking one night, as he was used, being old, Upon the grey seashore at ...
What is this reverence in extreme delight That waits upon my kisses as they Storm, Vehemently, this height Of Steep ...
IT was a day of sun and rain, Uncertain as a child's swift moods; And I shall never spend ...
I There are grey hours when I drink of indifference; all things fade Into the grey of a twilight that ...
I am the torch, she saith, and what to meIf the moth die of me? I am the flameOf Beauty, ...
Lay your head back; and now, kiss me again! Kneel there, and do not kiss me; let me hold Your ...
Be still, O hunger of heart, and let pity speak: Her soul is a wandering bird, and its wings are ...
It seems to me, dearest, if you were dead. And thought returned to me after the tears, The hopeless first ...
Rose of the garden's roses, what pale wind Has scattered those flushed petals in an hour, And the close leaves ...
IT was a day of sun and rain, Uncertain as a child's swift moods; And I shall never spend again ...
That day a fire was in my blood; I could have sung: joy wrapt me round; The men I met ...
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