Christ at Carnival (Muriel Stuart Poems)
THE hand of carnival was at my door,I listened to its knocking, and sped down:Faith was forgotten, Duty led no ...
THE hand of carnival was at my door,I listened to its knocking, and sped down:Faith was forgotten, Duty led no ...
ANDROMEDA.Chained to the years by the measureless wrong of man,Here I hang, here I suffer, here I cry,Since the light ...
O, MANDRAGORA, many sing in praiseOf life, and death, and immortality,--Of passion, that goes famished all her days,--Of Faith, or ...
THIS POEM, DEDICATED TO HIS MOTHER.To twilight heads comes Death as comes a friend.As with the gentle fading of the ...
Round them a fierce, wide, crazy noonHeaves with crushed lips and glowing sidesAgainst the huge and drowsy sun.Beneath them turn ...
Do you remember, Leda?There are those who love, to whom Love bringsGreat gladness: such things have not I.Love looks and ...
'I thought you loved me.' 'No, it was only fun.''When we stood there, closer than all?' 'Well, the harvest moonWas ...
COME here, rekindle the old fire,This last night leave no lamp unlit!In later days we twain shall sit,Remembering the joys ...
FAREWELL is said! Yea, but I cannot takeAll that my Greeting gave.In you hath Hope her doom and Joy her ...
Dawn has flashed up the startled skies,Night has gone out beneath the hillMany sweet times; before our eyesDawn makes and ...
IN days of ancient historyWho were you? Tell me if you know.Between your kisses answer meTo-night, Chicot.Were you a faun ...
'The lord appeared in a flame of fire out of the midst of a bush and behold, the bush burned ...
There shall be a song for both of us that dayThough fools say you have long outlived your songs,And when, ...
IThe mind is Beauty's thief, the poet takesThe golden spendthrift's trail among the bloomsWhere she stands tossing silver in the ...
WHEN, on an empty night in later yearsThou ponderest over sorrowful sweet things,While troubling with cold hands the muted stringsOf ...
CHANGE shall accustom me in after yearsTo kingdom's builded on life's overthrow;Onward with other poets I shall go,Unpraised of thee. ...
Are you my songs, importunate of praise?Be still, remember for your comfortingThat sweeter birds have had less leave to singBefore ...
Men wondered why I loved you, and none guessedHow sweet your slow, divine stupidity,Your look of earth, your sense of ...
ASK not my pardon! For if one hath needOnce to forgive the god that he hath raised,No further creedCan that ...
Did he forget? . . . I do not remember,All I had of him once I still have to-day;He was ...
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