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 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 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 ...
The mirror of men's eyes delights me less, mirror, than the friend I find in thee; Thou loves!:, as I ...
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 ...
BECAUSE you are fair as souls of the lost are fair, And your eyelids laugh with desire, and your laughing ...
Giovanni Malatesta, the lame old man, Walking one night, as he was used, being old, Upon the grey seashore at ...
And if I love you more than my own soul Then must you die and I shall never die Until ...
Lay your head back; and now, kiss me again! Kneel there, and do not kiss me; let me hold Your ...
Where shall this self at last find happiness? O Soul, only in nothingness. Does not the Earth suffice to its ...
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 ...
Be still, O hunger of heart, and let pity speak: Her soul is a wandering bird, and its wings are ...
I hear the little Owl shriek Along the windless ways, As if its inhuman soul were fain to seek The ...
Iwent to seek a many-coloured soul, But here all colours burn into one white And are invisible as light; I ...
Who shall quench the soul's desire Of the moth, that is God's fire? Who shall with a painted cloth Stain ...
If I think of your soul, I see Your body's beauty; and then I pray to your body again, And ...
Emmy's exquisite youth and her virginal air, Eyes and teeth in the flash of a musical smile, Come to me ...
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