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 ...
As a perfume doth remainIn the folds where it hath lain,So the thought of you, remainingDeeply folded in my brain,Will ...
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, ...
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 ...
I Under the trees in the dell. Here by the side of the stream, Were it not pleasant to dream, ...
I The eyes, that, having seen the saintly light Blossom white-petalled out of a white sea In a miraculous rose ...
I am the prisoner of my love of you. I pace my soul, as prisoned culprits do, You Stand like ...
Beautiful demon, O veil those eyes of fire, Cover your breads that are whiter than milk, and ruddy With dewy ...
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 ...
Away to sweet Felpham, for heaven is there. -- BLAKE. Here Blake saw the seventy-seven Stairs, and golden gates of ...
I do not know if your eyes are green or grey Or if there are other eyes brighter than they; ...
An ignominious monster and uncouth Who crouches in a Satanic attitude, The naked parody of some vital truth Concealed from ...
Heart, is there anything to desire? Feet, is there anywhere to go? A way for the feet, where the winds ...
To VLADIMIR DE PACHMANN The sounds torture me: I see them in my brain; They spin a flickering web of ...
When I and my own heart are ail alone With one another and our neighbour thought, We talk together, but ...
Why is it that I sing no songs of you, Now, as in those old days I used to do? ...
Bright leaves and the pale grass turn grey Now, sudden as a thought, one swan Moves on the water and ...
Smoke of battle lifts and lies Sullen in her smouldering eyes, Where are seen Captive bales of merchandise. Here are ...
The loneliness of the sea is in my heart, And the wind is not more lonely than this grey mind. ...
The night was full of wind that ran Like a strong blind distracted man About the fields in the loud ...
I have lived, loved, and lost; I crave Nothing again of all life gave; I only crave to find Oblivion ...
Beauty of woman, savour of her kiss, The mystery of love that turns to be The bite of an eternal ...
That day a fire was in my blood; I could have sung: joy wrapt me round; The men I met ...
As a perfume doth remain In the folds where it hath lain, So the thought of you, remaining Deeply folded ...
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