Botticelli’s Madonna in the Louvre (Edith Wharton Poems)
WHAT strange presentiment, O Mother, liesOn thy waste brow and sadly-folded lips,Forefeeling the Light's terrible eclipseOn Calvary, as if love ...
WHAT strange presentiment, O Mother, liesOn thy waste brow and sadly-folded lips,Forefeeling the Light's terrible eclipseOn Calvary, as if love ...
DEMETER PERSEPHONE HECATE HERMES In the vale of Elusis DEMETERHail, goddess, from the midmost caverned vale Of Samothracia, where with ...
Fra Paolo, since they say the end is near,And you of all men have the gentlest eyes,Most like our father ...
Ogrin the Hermit in old age set forth This tale to them that sought him in the extreme Ancient grey ...
Set wide the window. Let me drink the day.I loved light ever, light in eye and brain-No tapers mirrored in ...
IBecause the currents of our love are pouredThrough the slow welter of the primal floodFrom some blind source of monster-haunted ...
THOU couldst not look on me and live: so runs The mortal legend -- thou that couldst not live Nor ...
WILD winged thing, O brought I know not whence To beat your life out in my life's low cage; You ...
Now the high holocaust of hours is done,And all the west empurpled with their death,How swift oblivion drinks the fallen ...
IA THIN moon faints in the sky o'erhead,And dumb in the churchyard lie the dead.Walk we not, Sweet, by garden ...
Great cities rise and have their fall; the brassThat held their glories moulders in its turn.Hard granite rots like an ...
BEFORE the clepsydra had bound the daysMan tethered Change to his fixed star, and said:"The elder races, that long since ...
I.SOME busy hands have brought to light, And laid beneath my eye, The dress I wore that afternoon You came ...
I.SOME busy hands have brought to light,And laid beneath my eye,The dress I wore that afternoonYou came to say good-by.About ...
WHAT strange presentiment, O Mother, liesOn thy waste brow and sadly-folded lips,Forefeeling the Light's terrible eclipseOn Calvary, as if love ...
THIS perfect love can find no words to say.What words are left, still sacred for our use,That have not suffered ...
When you and I, like all things kind or cruel,The garnered days and light evasive hours,Are gone again to be ...
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