Ode To The Setting Sun (Francis Thompson Poems)
Alpha and Omega, sadness and mirth, The springing music, and its wasting breath--The fairest things in life are Death and ...
Alpha and Omega, sadness and mirth, The springing music, and its wasting breath--The fairest things in life are Death and ...
The leaves dance, the leaves sing,The leaves dance in the breath of the Spring.I bid them dance,I bid them sing,For ...
An ode after Easter.Cast wide the folding doorways of the East,For now is light increased!And the wind-besomed chambers of the ...
Oh, but the heavenly grammar did I holdOf that high speech which angels' tongues turn gold!So should her deathless beauty ...
Lo, in the sanctuaried East,Day, a dedicated priestIn all his robes pontifical exprest,Lifteth slowly, lifteth sweetly,From out its Orient tabernacle ...
I Secret was the garden; Set i' the pathless awe Where no star its breath can draw. ...
There is a parable in the pathless cloud,There's prophecy in heaven,--they did not lie,The Chaldee shepherds; seal-ed from the proud,To ...
'To Monica'Summer set lip to earth's bosom bare,And left the flushed print in a poppy there:Like a yawn of fire ...
Not the Circean wineMost perilous is for pain:Grapes of the heavens' star-loaden vine,Whereto the lofty-placedThoughts of fair souls attain,Tempt with ...
From Hugo's 'Feuilles d'Automne'.I love the evenings, passionless and fair, I love the evens,Whether old manor-fronts their ray with golden ...
Wherein he excuseth himself for the manner of the Portrait.Alas! now wilt thou chide, and say (I deem),My figured descant ...
Daughter of the ancient Eve,We know the gifts ye gave--and give.Who knows the gifts which YOU shall give,Daughter of the ...
Ah, drops of gold in whitening flameBurning, we know your lovely name -Daisies, that little children pull!Like all weak things, ...
When the last stir of bubbling melodiesBroke as my chants sank underneath the waveOf dulcitude, but sank again to riseWhere ...
Thou dost to rich attire a grace,To let it deck itself with thee,And teachest pomp strange cunning waysTo be thought ...
Lo I, Song's most true lover, plain me soreThat worse than other women she can deceive,For she being goddess, I ...
The wailful sweetness of the violin Floats down the hush-ed waters of the wind,The heart-strings of the throbbing harp begin ...
I looked, she drooped, and neither spake, and cold,We stood, how unlike all forecasted thoughtOf that desir-ed minute! Then I ...
'No man ever attained supreme knowledge, unless his heart had beentorn up by the roots.'When I presage the time shall ...
The after-even! Ah, did I walk, Indeed, in her or even?For nothing of me or around But absent She did ...
The breaths of kissing night and day Were mingled in the eastern Heaven, Throbbing with unheard melody, Shook Lyra all ...
A metrical caprice.Up she rose, fair daughter--well she was gracedAs a cloud her going, stept from her chair,As a summer-soft ...
The breaths of kissing night and day Were mingled in the eastern Heaven, Throbbing with unheard melody, Shook Lyra all ...
Thou dost to rich attire a grace, To let it deck itself with thee, And teachest pomp strange cunning ways ...
I fled Him down the nights and down the days I fled Him down the arches of the years I ...
To Monica Summer set lip to earth's bosom bare, And left the flushed print in a poppy there: Like a ...
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