The Prophecy Of St. Oran: Part II (Mathilde Blind Poems)
I.THERE was a windless mere, on whose smooth breastA little island, flushed with purple bloom,Lay gently cradled like a moorhen's ...
I.THERE was a windless mere, on whose smooth breastA little island, flushed with purple bloom,Lay gently cradled like a moorhen's ...
BEHOLD, unto myself I said,This place how dull and desolate,For lovely thoughts how all unmeet,This drear and darksome London street.Above, ...
When ich Dich liebe was geht es Dich an?I.THE air is full of the peal of bells,The rhythmical pealing of ...
I.SHE stood against the Orient sun,Her face inscrutable for light;A myriad larks in unisonSang o'er her, soaring out of sight.A ...
Uncircumscribed, unmeasured, vast, Eternal as the Sea;What lacks the tidal sea thou hast— Profound stability.Beneath the sun that burns and brands In hushed ...
Ah! I shall kill myself with dreams! These dreams that softly lap me round Through trance-like hours in which meseems That I am ...
I was an Arab, I loved my horse;Swift as an arrow He swept the course.Sweet as a lamb He came to hand;He was ...
THE flowers are at their Bacchanals Among the lusty green;Wild Orchis and Narcissus waltz With Marguerite for queen.Birds join in glees and ...
THE young birds shy twitter In hedges and bowers,Fields brighten and glitter With dewdrops and flowers.Over flood, over fallow, Impelled by old yearning,The ...
AS many stars as are aglow Deep in the hollows of the nightAs many as the flowers that blow Beneath the kindling ...
WHERE, countless as the stars of night, The daisies made a milky wayAcross fresh lawns, and flecked with light, Old Ilex groves ...
She stood against the Orient sun,Her face inscrutable for light;A myriad larks in unisonSang o'er her, soaring out of sight.A ...
As opiates to the sick on wakeful nights, As light to flowers, as flowers in poor men's rooms, As to the fisher ...
NOT in the hour of peril, thronged with foes, Panting to set their heel upon my head,-- Or when alone from many ...
HIS Eve of Women! She, whose mortal lot Was linked to an Immortal's unaware, With Love's lost Eden in her blissful air,Perchance ...
You make the sunshine of my heart And its tempestuous shower;Sometimes the thought of you is like A lilac bush in flower,Yea, ...
On life's long round by chance I found A dell impearled with dew;Where hyacinths, gushing from the ground, Lent to the earth ...
THE maiden meadows softly blush Beneath the enamoured breeze,And break into one purple flush Of frail anemones.Violet and rose and vermeil white, Woven ...
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