Epilogue–To The Poet’s Sitter (Francis Thompson Poems)
Wherein he excuseth himself for the manner of the Portrait.Alas! now wilt thou chide, and say (I deem),My figured descant ...
Wherein he excuseth himself for the manner of the Portrait.Alas! now wilt thou chide, and say (I deem),My figured descant ...
What is the song the stars sing? (And a million songs are as song of one) This is the ...
Where the thistle lifts a purple crown Six foot out of the turf, And the harebell shakes on ...
Daughter of the ancient Eve,We know the gifts ye gave--and give.Who knows the gifts which YOU shall give,Daughter of the ...
I.THE FATHER OF HEAVEN.Spin, daughter Mary, spin,Twirl your wheel with silver din;Spin, daughter Mary, spin,Spin a tress for Viola.ANGELS.Spin, Queen ...
I.Since you have waned from us,Fairest of women!I am a darkened cageSong cannot hymn in.My songs have followed you,Like birds ...
'My brother!' spake she to the sun; The kindred kisses of the starsWere hers; her feet were set upon The ...
Ah, drops of gold in whitening flameBurning, we know your lovely name -Daisies, that little children pull!Like all weak things, ...
Now with wan ray that other sun of Song Sets in the bleakening waters of my soul:One step, and lo! ...
As lovers, banished from their lady's faceAnd hopeless of her grace,Fashion a ghostly sweetness in its place,Fondly adoreSome stealth-won cast ...
When the last stir of bubbling melodiesBroke as my chants sank underneath the waveOf dulcitude, but sank again to riseWhere ...
(On a portrait of Coventry Patmore by J. S. Sargent, R.A.)Look on him. This is he whose works ye know;Ye ...
A boy's young fancy taketh loveMost simply, with the rind thereof;A boy's young fancy tasteth moreThe rind, than the deific ...
Virtue may unlock hell, or evenA sin turn in the wards of Heaven,(As ethics of the text-book go),So little men ...
Little Jesus, wast Thou shyOnce, and just so small as I?And what did it feel like to beOut of Heaven, ...
I do not need the skies' Pomp, when I would be wise; For pleasaunce nor to use Heaven's champaign ...
Thou dost to rich attire a grace,To let it deck itself with thee,And teachest pomp strange cunning waysTo be thought ...
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 ...
A Phantasy.God took a fit of Paradise-wind, A slip of coerule weather,A thought as simple as Himself, And ravelled them ...
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 ...
O you, love's mendicancy who never tried, How little of your almsman me you know!Your little languid hand in mine ...
I looked, she drooped, and neither spake, and cold,We stood, how unlike all forecasted thoughtOf that desir-ed minute! Then I ...
Can I forget her crueltyWho, brown miracle, gave you me?Or with unmoisted eyes think onThe proud surrender overgone,(Lowlihead in haughty ...
Alas, and I have sungMuch song of matters vain,And a heaven-sweetened tongueTurned to unprofiting strainOf vacant things, which thoughEven so ...
Come you living or dead to me, out of the silt of the Past,With the sweet of the piteous first, ...
'No man ever attained supreme knowledge, unless his heart had beentorn up by the roots.'When I presage the time shall ...
IThe heart you hold too small and local thing,Such spacious terms of edifice to bear.And ...
IWhen I perceive Love's heavenly reaping stillRegard perforce the clouds' vicissitude,That the fixed spirit loves not when it will,But craves ...
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