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 ...
Only to live, only to beIn Venice, is enough for me.To be a beggar, and to lieAt home beneath the ...
I will go my ways from the city, and then, maybe,My heart shall forget one woman's voice, and her lips;I ...
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 ...
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 ...
I pray to the old kindness of the Earth, Which is a spirit moving in the world, Closer to life ...
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 ...
God is; and because life omnipotent Gives birth to life, or of itself must die, The suicide of its own ...
I do not know if your eyes are green or grey Or if there are other eyes brighter than they; ...
I There are grey hours when I drink of indifference; all things fade Into the grey of a twilight that ...
I buy no more from merchants of bought dreams, For I have greater memories than these bring Back from their ...
The little Stones chuckle among the fields: "We are so small: God will not think of us; We are so ...
I am the torch, she saith, and what to meIf the moth die of me? I am the flameOf Beauty, ...
Behind the door, beyond the light,Who is it waits there in the night?When he has entered he will stand,Imposing with ...
Lay your head back; and now, kiss me again! Kneel there, and do not kiss me; let me hold Your ...
Fair faces come again, As at sunsetting The Stars without number; Or as dreams dreamed in vain To a heart ...
I have grown tired of sorrow and human tears;Life is a dream in the night, a fear among fears,A naked ...
Learn wisdom, this is wisdom, cry The teachers; and the teachers die. What should it profit me were mine The ...
There are some hours when I seem so indifferent; all things fadeTo an indifferent greyness, like that grey of the ...
Rose of the garden's roses, what pale wind Has scattered those flushed petals in an hour, And the close leaves ...
O, if the world I make With these eyes be a dream And Love, that is life, but seem To ...
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