The Undying Splendour (John William Streets Poems)
I: ENGLANDThere lies an isle, a splendour of the seaHaunting as Babylon, illustrious as Rome:A race of Saxon freemen there ...
I: ENGLANDThere lies an isle, a splendour of the seaHaunting as Babylon, illustrious as Rome:A race of Saxon freemen there ...
Beneath a hawthorn bush, dying, he layUpon an orchard slope, a gentle hill;The silvery moonlight thro' the night did playUpon ...
Let music vast, triumphal, fill the world's great nave,Voicing the peerless theme of noble youthWho rose to Life's sublimest greatness ...
I: VISIONCharmed with the ceaseless music of the brook-Babbling with hope and with Youth's deathless song;Full with the joys of ...
Showers of shrapnel, scream of deadly shells;And broken lie the belfry's prayerful bellsAmid the silent, ruined cloisters, whereLonely, mute on ...
Like memories born in a dream my Fancy around thee plays,Re-embodies the life, the beauty of olden daysThat were thine ...
Night on the plains, and the stars unfoldThe cycle of night in splendour old;The winds are hushed, on the fire-swept ...
O sweet blue eve that seems so loath to die,Trailing the sunset glory into night,Within the soft, cool strangeness of ...
Hushed is the wind upon the southern hill:It died e'en as the sunset in the westSwoon'd Cleopatra-like; upon its breastMy ...
He died for love of race: because the bloodOf Northern freeman swell'd his veins: aroseTrue to tradition that like mountain ...
I, too, have loved with you our mother Earth:Listen'd at pensive eve the lyric thrushShake out his ecstasy to lovely ...
You called to me from o'er the restless tide :Within the deepening shades of Death's confines,-Like winds grown free among ...
Peace can be found in strife: artilleryAre belching forth this sweet, entrancing mornTheir projectiles of death: yet as in scorn,Lost ...
A lonely moorland stretching farBeneath the stars' eternal light;A sentry standing there aloneVigilant, peering thro' the night.A meteor shoots adown ...
Two shining eyes that never lose their light,Haunting with dreams like stars within the night;Two rosy lips whose magic kisses ...
No splendid show of solemn funeral rite,No stricken mourners following his bier,No peal of organ reaching thro' his night,Is rendered ...
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