A Girls’s Sin – In Her Eyes (Francis Thompson Poems)
Cross child! red, and frowning so?'I, the day just over,Gave a lock of hair to--no!How DARE you say, my lover?'He ...
Cross child! red, and frowning so?'I, the day just over,Gave a lock of hair to--no!How DARE you say, my lover?'He ...
The leaves dance, the leaves sing,The leaves dance in the breath of the Spring.I bid them dance,I bid them sing,For ...
Lo, in the sanctuaried East,Day, a dedicated priestIn all his robes pontifical exprest,Lifteth slowly, lifteth sweetly,From out its Orient tabernacle ...
Cross child! red, and frowning so? 'I, the day just over,Gave a lock of hair to--no! How DARE you say, ...
'To Monica'Summer set lip to earth's bosom bare,And left the flushed print in a poppy there:Like a yawn of fire ...
When the last stir of bubbling melodiesBroke as my chants sank underneath the waveOf dulcitude, but sank again to riseWhere ...
Little Jesus, wast Thou shyOnce, and just so small as I?And what did it feel like to beOut of Heaven, ...
Lo I, Song's most true lover, plain me soreThat worse than other women she can deceive,For she being goddess, I ...
O you, love's mendicancy who never tried, How little of your almsman me you know!Your little languid hand in mine ...
Can I forget her crueltyWho, brown miracle, gave you me?Or with unmoisted eyes think onThe proud surrender overgone,(Lowlihead in haughty ...
IWhen I perceive Love's heavenly reaping stillRegard perforce the clouds' vicissitude,That the fixed spirit loves not when it will,But craves ...
The after-even! Ah, did I walk, Indeed, in her or even?For nothing of me or around But absent She did ...
Though meadow-ways as I did tread,The corn grew in great lustihead,And hey! the beeches burgeoned.By Goddes fay, by Goddes fay!It ...
The breaths of kissing night and day Were mingled in the eastern Heaven, Throbbing with unheard melody, Shook Lyra all ...
I walk, I only,Not I only wake;Nothing is, this sweet night,But doth couch and wakeFor its love's sake;Everything, this sweet ...
'Friend, whereto art thou come?' Thus Verity;Of each that to the world's sad OlivetComes with no multitude, but alone by ...
The breaths of kissing night and day Were mingled in the eastern Heaven, Throbbing with unheard melody, Shook Lyra all ...
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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