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 ...
Not as the songs of other landsHer song shall be,Where dim her purple shore-line standsAbove the sea!As erst she stood, ...
Where is God, whilst all around us sounds the jarring of the wheels,When the cry of human anguish starwards thro' ...
Sing not of RestFor heart, or brain, or the strong soul's emotion Beneath the shadow of Eternal peace! ...
Methought the unknown God we seek in vain Grew weary of the evil He had wrought-The piteous litanies of ...
Whisper, O wings of the wind! Sing me your song, O sea!Grey is the weary world, and grey is the ...
I stood in the heart of the city street,I felt the throb of her pulses beat,The thunder of life on ...
Still the white stars burn overhead, The green earth swings upon her way:Where are the voices of the dead, ...
White faces turn to us again Sad eyes from out their veils of clay:Strength stricken low, and hopeless pain, ...
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