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 ...
Proemion.Immeasurable Earth!Through the loud vast and populacy of Heaven,Tempested with gold schools of ponderous orbs,That cleav'st with deep-revolting harmoniesPassage perpetual, ...
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 ...
I fled Him, down the nights and down the days; I fled Him, down the arches of the years; I ...
I Secret was the garden; Set i' the pathless awe Where no star its breath can draw. ...
Mortals, that behold a Woman, Rising 'twixt the Moon and Sun;Who am I the heavens assume? an All am I, ...
Cross child! red, and frowning so? 'I, the day just over,Gave a lock of hair to--no! How DARE you say, ...
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 ...
This morning saw I, fled the shower,The earth reclining in a lull of power:The heavens, pursuing not their path,Lay stretched ...
It seemed corrival of the world's great prime,Made to un-edge the scythe of Time,And last with stateliest rhyme.No tender Dryad ...
You, O the piteous you!Who all the long night throughAnticipatedlyDisclose yourself to meAlready in the waysBeyond our human comfortable days;How ...
Where the thistle lifts a purple crown Six foot out of the turf, And the harebell shakes on ...
Now in these last spent drops, slow, slower shed,Love dies, Love dies, Love dies--ah, Love is dead!Sad Love in life, ...
Virtue may unlock hell, or evenA sin turn in the wards of Heaven,(As ethics of the text-book go),So little men ...
Here I make oath--Although the heart that knows its bitternessHear loath,And credit less--That he who kens to meet Pain's kisses ...
How graciously thou wear'st the yoke Of use that does not fail!The grasses, like an anchored smoke, Ride in the ...
The wailful sweetness of the violin Floats down the hush-ed waters of the wind,The heart-strings of the throbbing harp begin ...
O you, love's mendicancy who never tried, How little of your almsman me you know!Your little languid hand in mine ...
Come you living or dead to me, out of the silt of the Past,With the sweet of the piteous first, ...
She was aweary of the hoveringOf Love's incessant tumultuous wing;Her lover's tokens she would answer not--'Twere well she should be ...
Go, songs, for ended is our brief, sweet play; Go, children of swift joy and tardy sorrow:And some are sung, ...
Go, songs, for ended is our brief, sweet play;Go, children of swift joy and tardy sorrow:And some are sung, and ...
Where the thistle lifts a purple crown Six foot out of the turf, And the harebell shakes on the windy ...
Go, songs, for ended is our brief, sweet play; Go, children of swift joy and tardy sorrow: And some are ...
I fled Him down the nights and down the days I fled Him down the arches of the years I ...
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