Chillingham (Mary Elizabeth Coleridge Poems)
I Through the sunny garden The humming bees are still; The fir climbs the heather, The heather climbs the hill. The low clouds have riven A ...
I Through the sunny garden The humming bees are still; The fir climbs the heather, The heather climbs the hill. The low clouds have riven A ...
As Christ the Lord was passing by, He came, one night, to a cottage door. He came, a poor man, to the ...
Hear me, Lord of the Stars! For thee I have worshipped ever With stains and sorrows and scars, With joyful, ...
Mother of Light, and the Gods! Mother of Music, awake! Silence and speech are at odds; Heaven and Hell are ...
The mighty sound of forests murmuring In answer to the dread command; The stars that shudder when their king extends ...
Come, my darling, let us dance To the moon that beckons us To dissolve our love in trance Heedless of ...
For Margot Snow that fallest from heaven, bear me aloft on thy wings To the domes of the star-girdled Seven, ...
So it is eighteen years, Helena, since we met! A season so endears, Nor you nor I forget The fresh ...
When the chill of earth black-breasted is uplifted at the glance Of the red sun million-crested, and the forest blossoms ...
El Arabi! El Arabi! Burn in thy brilliance, mine own! O Beautiful! O Barbarous! Seductive as a serpent is That ...
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