The Passion Play (Charles Hamilton Musgrove Poems)
I. Where falls the shadow of the Kofel cross Athwart the Alpine snows, the rose of faith ...
I. Where falls the shadow of the Kofel cross Athwart the Alpine snows, the rose of faith ...
The dial has pointed the hour and the hour has rounded the day, The day has finished the ...
_I have been kissed by the Priestess of the Thin and Deadly Blood-- With the kiss that men ...
I. Mouths have they, but they speak not: Yet something in the certainty of faith ...
God let me fall from His hand One day at His forge when the elemental world Was shaping. ...
I. Silent as ever, stoic as of old, The scattered nomads of that dusky race Whose story ...
Once in a dream of Babylon I sat with Lilith and Cain At the world-old drama, "From ...
It wouldn't be fair to Belshazzar When speaking of madness and mirth, To draw from his revel ...
You have builded your ships in the sun-lands, And launched them with song and wine; They are ...
(Written during the hostilities in the Far East in 1900.) Hard by the gates of Eden, Where ...
I. The light of a new day was on his brow, The faith of a great dawn was ...
This is the story of Moses, The earliest scribe that we keep: Void was the earth and ...
_Earthquake._ I am a memory of cosmogony, That first great hour of travail when the voice Of ...
What will I say when face to face with God My naked soul shall come, seared with the stain ...
You were a red rose then, I know, Red as her wine--yea, redder still,-- Say rather her ...
Lucifer craved one boon of God After his fall, as his own to hold; So He gave ...
(Oscar Wilde.) I gazed upon thee desolate and heard Thine anguished cry when fell the iron gin ...
Unweariedly he watches for the sign, The sign I promised from the farthest goal, My lover of ...
(Written on the ter-centenary of John Milton, December 9, 1908.) Immortal singer, in whose glorious brain Unearthly ...
North and south with the fickle tides, With the wind from east to west, The death-ship follows ...
He crouches, voiceless, in his tomb-like cell, Forgot of all things save his jailer's hate That ...
I. "He has eyes like the Christ," The mother said, and smiled; "He will be wise ...
I. Wind of the North, I know your song Out on the frozen plain, But here ...
Life to her was a perfect flower, And every petal a jeweled hour, Till all at once--we know ...
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