1620-1920 (Le Baron Russell Briggs Poems)
BEFORE him rolls the dark, relentless ocean;Behind him stretch the cold and barren sands;Wrapt in the mantle of his deep ...
BEFORE him rolls the dark, relentless ocean;Behind him stretch the cold and barren sands;Wrapt in the mantle of his deep ...
I said that I would see Her once, to curse her fair, deceitful grace,To curse her for my life-long agony; But when ...
1868Don't cry, mother, don't grievethat I grew up as an outlaw,an outlaw, mother, a rebel,and abandoned you to your sorrow,mourning ...
Piero Luca, known of all the townAs the gray porter by the Pitti wallWhere the noon shadows of the gardens ...
Listen, Beloved, the Casurinas quiver, Each tassel prays the wind to set it free,Hark to the frantic sobbing of the river, Wild ...
We saw the slow tides go and come,The curving surf-lines lightly drawn,The gray rocks touched with tender bloomBeneath the fresh-blown ...
Oh! The snow, the beautiful snow, Filling the sky and the earth below, Over the housetops, over the street, Over the heads of ...
THE ARGUMENT.Ismeno conjures, but his charms are vain;Aladine will kill the Christians in his ire:Sophronia and Olindo would be slainTo ...
Ambition, power, and avarice, now have hurledDeath, fate, and ruin, on a bleeding world.See! on yon heath what countless victims ...
And passing further they beheld many men pale and tortured,whose names are known in the fatherland.And they came to a ...
"To the winds give our banner!Bear homeward again!"Cried the Lord of Acadia,Cried Charles of Estienne;From the prow of his shallopHe ...
(A VALENTINE)Which of my palaces? Gold one by one,Of all the splendid houses of my throne,This day in grave thought ...
(Lord) Hee, who goes about to find Thy pow'r, and bounds would to it sett, As soone may manacle the winde, Or aire ...
And the Shaman passed with Anhelli over the desert ways of Siberia,where stood prisons.And they beheld the countenances of some ...
"ALL ready?" cried the captain;"Ay, ay!" the seamen said;"Heave up the worthless lubbers, -The dying and the dead."Up from the ...
Kwannon, the Japanese goddess of mercy, is represented with many hands, typifying generosity and kindness. In one of these hands she is supposedto hold an axe, wherewith she severs the threads of human lives. I am the ancient one, the many-handed, The merciful am I. Here where the black pine bends above the sea They bring their gifts to me — Spoil of the foreshore where the corals lie, Fishes of ivory, and amber stranded, And carven beads Green as the fretted fringes of the weeds. Age after age, I watch the long sails pass. Age after age, I see them come once more Home, as the grey-winged pigeon to the grass, The white crane to the shore. Goddess am I of heaven and this small town Above the beaches brown. And here the children bring me cakes, and flowers, And all the strange sea-creatures that they find, For "She," they say, "the Merciful, is ours, And she," they say, "is kind." Camphor and wave-worn sandalwood for burning They bring to me alone, Shells that are veined like irises, and those Curved like the clear bright petals of a rose. Wherefore an hundredfold again returning I render them their own — Full-freighted nets that flash among the foam, Laughter and love, and gentle eyes at home, Cool of the night, and the soft air that swells My silver temple bells. Winds of the spring, the little flowers that shine Where the young barley slopes to meet the pine, Gold of the charlock, guerdon of the rain, I give to them again. Yet though the fishing boats return full-laden Out of the broad blue east, Under the brown roofs pain is their handmaiden, And mourning is their feast. Yea, though my many hands are raised to bless, I am not strong to give them happiness. Sorrow comes swiftly as the swallow flying, O, little lives, that are so quickly done! Peace is my raiment, mercy is my breath, I am the gentle one. When they are tired of sorrow and of sighing I give them death. (Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall)
Preserve, O Lord! my precious soulFrom the deep floods that o'er me roll,And hourly compass me around,That I'm in dread ...
Isabelle has gold, and lands, Fate gave her a fair lot;Like the white lilies of the field Her soft hands toil not.I ...
One day there fell in great Benares' temple-courtA wondrous plate of gold, whereon these words were writ;"To him who loveth ...
XIBut when the angry king discovered notWhat guilty hand this sacrilege had wrought,His ireful courage boiled in vengeance hotAgainst the ...
It was not that I lived a life of ease, Quiet, secure, apart from every care;For on the darkest of my ...
First, Mightiest Deity! Eternal Mind!Revealed—but hidden One!Thou in a vale of fadeless glory shrin'd,Yet to all seen and known!Holy Jehovah! ...
YON coward, with the streaming hair,And visage, madden'd to despair,With step convuls'd, unsettled eye,And bosom lab'ring with a sigh,Is Guilt! ...
What sorrows in my soul, O God! arise,The vast perverseness of mankind to see?Shou'd any strive to lead them to ...
On the sixteenth of June, eighteen eighty-three, The children of Sunderland hastened to see, Strange wonders performed by a mystic man, Believing,--as only ...
Will you hear now the speech of King Raedwald,—heathen Raedwald, the simple yet wise?He, the ruler of North-folk and South-folk, a ...
IAt the gate of the West I stand,On the isle where the nations throng.We call them "scum o' the earth";Stay, ...
To-day, O martyred chief, beneath the sunWe would unveil thy form; to thee who wonTh' applause of nations for thy ...
I walk'd the other day, to spend my hour, Into a field, Where I sometimes had seen the soil to yield A gallant ...
I. You arrive in a new town.Your suitcase yawns. Your troublesUnpack themselves and dress up.A night on the town! Poor town.The ...
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