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 ...
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 ...
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 ...
The mirror of men's eyes delights me less, mirror, than the friend I find in thee; Thou loves!:, as I ...
It is the beggars who possess the earth. Kings on their throne have but the narrow girth Of some poor ...
Giovanni Malatesta, the lame old man, Walking one night, as he was used, being old, Upon the grey seashore at ...
God is; and because life omnipotent Gives birth to life, or of itself must die, The suicide of its own ...
An ignominious monster and uncouth Who crouches in a Satanic attitude, The naked parody of some vital truth Concealed from ...
Waves of the gentle waters of the healing night, Flow over me with silent peace and golden dark, Wash me ...
Stars in the heavens turn, I worship like a star, And in its footsteps learn Where peace and wisdom are. ...
Weep not at all: crocuses in the grass, Like little flames of gold, flicker and pass; The buds that after ...
Bird of the fierce delight, Brother of foam as white And winged as foam is, Wheeling again from flight To ...
The sun, a fiery orange in the air, Thins and discolours to a disc of tin, Until the breathing mist's ...
I hear the melancholy crying of birds in the night Over the long brown wrinkled fields that lie As far ...
Because her body is a tender thing, Like powdered butterflies, that must remain Prideless, if any hand have brushed their ...
Smoke of battle lifts and lies Sullen in her smouldering eyes, Where are seen Captive bales of merchandise. Here are ...
I weave the strands of the grey rope, I weave with sorrow, I weave with hope, I weave in youth, ...
A high and naked square, a lonely palm; Columns thrown down, a high and lonely tower; The tawny river, ominously ...
A foolish rhythm turns in my idle head As a windmill turns in the wind on an empty sky. Why ...
When I am walking sadly or triumphantly. With eyes that brood upon the smouldering thought of you, And long desire ...
You say that you love me, And why should we ever part? Do you think to move me With words ...
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