The Wanderer (Christopher Brennan Poems)
When window-lamps had dwindled, then I roseand left the town behind me; and on my waypassing a certain door I ...
When window-lamps had dwindled, then I roseand left the town behind me; and on my waypassing a certain door I ...
The droning tram swings westward: shrillthe wire sings overhead, and chillmidwinter draughts rattle the glassthat shows the dusking way I ...
Sweet days of breaking light,or yet the shadowy mightand blaze of starry strifepossess'd my life;sweet dawn of Beauty's day,first hint ...
The yellow gas is fired from street to streetpast rows of heartless homes and hearths unlit,dead churches, and the unending ...
Four springtimes lost: and in the fifth we stand, here in this quiet hour of glory, still, while o'er the ...
Droop'st thou and fail'st? but these have never tired; winds of the region, free, they shine and sing, unurged, unguerdon'd: ...
And does she still perceive, her curtain drawn, white fields, where maiden Dawn is anguish'd with the untold approach of ...
I cry to you as I pass your windows in the dusk; Ye have built you unmysterious homes and ways ...
Come out, come out, ye souls that serve, why will ye die? or will ye sit and stifle in your ...
I said, This misery must end: Shall I, that am a man and know that sky and wind are yet ...
We sat entwined an hour or two together(how long I knew not) underneath pine-treesthat rustled ever in the soft spring ...
Where the poppy-banners flow in and out amongst the corn, spotless morn ever saw us come and go ...
Old wonder flush'd the east anew and shed the golden air, and wing of song that summon'd, from the dew ...
Each day I see the long ships coming into port and the people crowding to their rail, glad of the ...
I sorrow for youth - ah, not for its wildness (would that were dead!) but for those soft nests of ...
THE PANGS that guard the gates of joy, the naked sword that will be kist, how distant seem'd they to ...
Of old, on her terrace at evening - not here - in some long-gone kingdom oh, folded close to her ...
Where star-cold and the dread of spacein icy silence bind the mainI feel but vastness on my face,I sit, a ...
I am shut out of mine own heartbecause my love is far from me,nor in the wonders have I partthat ...
Of old, on her terrace at evening …not here…in some long-gone kingdom O, folded close to her breast!… —our gaze ...
O tame heart, and why are you weary and cannot rest? here is the hearth with its glow and the ...
Autumn: the year breathes dully towards its death,beside its dying sacrificial fire;the dim world's middle-age of vain desireis strangely troubled, ...
And shall the living waters heed our vain desire, insensate Art! and fill the common dust I knead upgather'd from ...
MY heart was wandering in the sands, a restless thing, a scorn apart; Love set his fire in my hands, ...
Dies Dominica! the sunshine burnsstrong incense on the breathing fields of morn:lucid, intense, all colour towards it yearnsthat souls of ...
Dawns of the world, how I have known you all, so many, and so varied, and the same! dawns o'er ...
An hour's respite; once more the heart may dream: the thunderwheels of passion thro' the eve, distantly musical, vaporously agleam, ...
How old is my heart, how old, how old is my heart,and did I ever go forth with song when ...
Fire in the heavens, and fire along the hills, and fire made solid in the flinty stone, thick-massed or scattered ...
Fire in the heavens, and fire along the hills,and fire made solid in the flinty stone,thick-mass'd or scatter'd pebble, fire ...
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