The Sword Of Pain (George Essex Evans Poems)
The Lights burn dim and make weird shadow-play,The white walls of the ward are changed to grey,Down the long aisle ...
The Lights burn dim and make weird shadow-play,The white walls of the ward are changed to grey,Down the long aisle ...
Weary was I of Earth. My body lay, Its fires turned down and slaked to faintest heat.My soul went ...
When first the Gods, whose Empire is eternal, In Time's deep chalice poured Life's sacred wine,Flashed all the crystal ...
Now that the gods are dead-where shall we find us a god?Myths of the Greek Olympus have sunk in the ...
THE BOY went out from the ranges grim,And the breath of the mountains went with him;With a song in his ...
Not as the songs of other landsHer song shall be,Where dim her purple shore-line standsAbove the sea!As erst she stood, ...
Half-lost in film of faintest lawn,A single star in armour whiteUpon the dreamy heights of dawnGuards dim frontier of the ...
In sea and air, in leaf and stone, Where'er Truth's magic words are writ,Where thousands throng, or rapt and ...
O for a vision of the perfect light To shame the splendour of the morning star!O for a breath ...
Whisper, O wings of the wind! Sing me your song, O sea!Grey is the weary world, and grey is the ...
Nature feels the touch of noon; Not a rustle stirs the grass;Not a shadow flecks the sky,Save the brown hawk ...
I have seen the plains lying baked and bare,When drought and famine hold revel there,And the cattle sink where the ...
'TIS a green isle set in a silver water, A fairy isle where the shamrock grows.Land of Legend, the ...
There fell on me a dream when days were gray, And Hope had left me there to grope aloneAmid ...
WIDE are the plains-the plains that stretch to the west An ocean of trackless waste, untrodden and rude,Where an ...
The pen falls from his nerveless hand, The light is fading from his eyes,The brain that nobly served his ...
White Star of Womanhood, whose rays Thro' years of peace and years of stressShed wide o'er all thy people's ...
White faces turn to us again Sad eyes from out their veils of clay:Strength stricken low, and hopeless pain, ...
Like weary sea-birds spent with flight And faltering,The slow hours beat across the night On leaden wing.The wild ...
Girl, with the soft grey eyes,You to the flowers belong:From the perfume of a roseMy heart shall weave you a ...
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