Her Portrait (Francis Thompson Poems)
Oh, but the heavenly grammar did I holdOf that high speech which angels' tongues turn gold!So should her deathless beauty ...
Oh, but the heavenly grammar did I holdOf that high speech which angels' tongues turn gold!So should her deathless beauty ...
This labouring, vast, Tellurian galleon,Riding at anchor off the orient sun,Had broken its cable, and stood out to spaceDown some ...
Too wearily had we and songBeen left to look and left to long,Yea, song and we to long and look,Since ...
Can I forget her crueltyWho, brown miracle, gave you me?Or with unmoisted eyes think onThe proud surrender overgone,(Lowlihead in haughty ...
Too wearily had we and song Been left to look and left to long, Yea, song and we to long ...
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