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 ...
Arthur Symons Poems on Night (41 Poems)
Alle Zattere (Arthur Symons Poems)
Only to live, only to beIn Venice, is enough for me.To be a beggar, and to lieAt home beneath the ...
Airs for the Lute (Arthur Symons Poems)
IWhen the sobbing lute complains,Grieving for an ancient sorrow,This poor sorrow that remainsFain would borrow,To give pleading unto sorrow,Those uncapturable ...
At the Stage Door (Arthur Symons Poems)
Kicking my heels in the street,Here at the edge of the pavement I wait for you, sweet,Here in the crowd, ...
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 ...
A Winter’s Night (Arthur Symons Poems)
The pale moon shining from a pallid skyLit half the street, and over half she laidHer folded mantle; through the ...
At Carbis Bay (Arthur Symons Poems)
Out of the night of the sea,Out of the turbulent night,A sharp and hurrying windScourges the waters white:The terror by ...
Alla Dogana (Arthur Symons Poems)
Night, and the silence of the night,In Venice; far away, a song;As if the lyric water madeItself a serenade;As if ...
The Dance Of The Seven Sins (Arthur Symons Poems)
THE BODY Call in the dancers. THE SOUL All is vain. We live, and living is the pain We die ...
The Lover Of The Queen Of Sheba (Arthur Symons Poems)
To SAROJINI NAIDU A YOUTH OF SHEBA. THE QUEEN OF SHEBA. THE HERALD. ...
Faustus And Helen (Arthur Symons Poems)
FAUSTUS Why am I fettered with eternal change? I follow after changeless love, and find Nothing but change; I seek, ...
An Epilogue To Love (Arthur Symons Poems)
I Love now, my heart, there is but now to love; Seek nothing more, but let it be enough That ...
The Dancer Of The Daughters Of Herodias (Arthur Symons Poems)
Is it the petals falling from the rose? For in the silence I can hear a sound Nearer than mine ...
Songs Of Poltescoe Valley (Arthur Symons Poems)
I Under the trees in the dell. Here by the side of the stream, Were it not pleasant to dream, ...
The Prison (Arthur Symons Poems)
I am the prisoner of my love of you. I pace my soul, as prisoned culprits do, You Stand like ...
The Unloved (Arthur Symons Poems)
These are the women whom no man has loved. Year after year, day after day has moved These hearts with ...
The Beggars (Arthur Symons Poems)
It is the beggars who possess the earth. Kings on their throne have but the narrow girth Of some poor ...
Giovanni Malatesta At Rimini (Arthur Symons Poems)
Giovanni Malatesta, the lame old man, Walking one night, as he was used, being old, Upon the grey seashore at ...
Felpham (Arthur Symons Poems)
Away to sweet Felpham, for heaven is there. -- BLAKE. Here Blake saw the seventy-seven Stairs, and golden gates of ...
Weariness (Arthur Symons Poems)
I There are grey hours when I drink of indifference; all things fade Into the grey of a twilight that ...
Night In The Valley (Arthur Symons Poems)
Waves of the gentle waters of the healing night, Flow over me with silent peace and golden dark, Wash me ...
Wanderer’s Song (Arthur Symons Poems)
I have had enough of women, and enough of love, But the land waits, and the sea waits, and day ...
Haschisch (Arthur Symons Poems)
Behind the door, beyond the light,Who is it waits there in the night?When he has entered he will stand,Imposing with ...
In The Meadows At Mantua (Arthur Symons Poems)
But to have lain upon the grass One perfect day, one perfect hour, Beholding all things mortal pass Into ...
London (Arthur Symons Poems)
The sun, a fiery orange in the air, Thins and discolours to a disc of tin, Until the breathing mist's ...
Emile Bronte (Arthur Symons Poems)
This was a woman young and passionate, Loving the Earth, and loving mot to be Where she might be alone ...
In The Wood Of Finvara (Arthur Symons Poems)
I have grown tired of sorrow and human tears;Life is a dream in the night, a fear among fears,A naked ...
The Crying Of The Earth (Arthur Symons Poems)
I hear the melancholy crying of birds in the night Over the long brown wrinkled fields that lie As far ...
The Regret (Arthur Symons Poems)
It seems to me, dearest, if you were dead. And thought returned to me after the tears, The hopeless first ...
Wind In The Valley (Arthur Symons Poems)
All the valley fills with wind As a rock-pool with the tide; And the tumult, clashed and dinned, Floods like ...