The Flower Of Flame (Robert Nichols Poems)
IAS round the cliff I came aloneThe whole bay bared its blaze to me;Loud sang the wind, the wild sun ...
IAS round the cliff I came aloneThe whole bay bared its blaze to me;Loud sang the wind, the wild sun ...
Before, before he was awareThe 'Verey' light had risen. on the airin hung glistering..And he could not stay his handFrom ...
How beautiful it is to wake at night,When over all there reigns the ultimate spellOf complete silence, darkness absolute,To feel ...
The beating of the guns grows louder.'Not long, boys, now.'My heart burns whiter, fearfuller, prouder;Hurricanes growAs guns redouble their fire.Through ...
As I walk the misty hillAll is languid, fogged, and still;Not a note of any birdNor any motion's hint is ...
All the loud winds were in the garden wood,All shadows joyfuller than lissom houndsDoubled in chasing, all exultant cloudsThat ever ...
Not a sign of life we rouseIn any square close-shuttered houseThat flanks the road we amble downToward far trenches through ...
1.In the Grass: Halt by the WaysideIn my tired, helpless bodyI feel my sunk heart ache;But suddenly, loudlyThe far, the ...
In a far field, away from England, liesA boy I friended with a care like love;All day the wide earth ...
Now that I am ta'en awayAnd may not see another dayWhat is it to my eye appears?What sound rings in ...
upon seeing a portrait of BlakeSomething moves in his dust,Flame sleeps beneath the crust;O whence had he those eyesLit with ...
The battery grides and jingles,Mile succeeds to mile;Shaking the noonday sunshineThe guns lunge out awhile,And then are still awhile.We amble ...
Exquisite stillness! What serenitiesOf earth and air! How bright atop the wallThe stonecrop's fire and beyond the precipiceHow huge, how ...
I must remember now how once I wokeTo find the harsh lamplight stream upon her bed,The ceiling tremble in its ...
Evenstar, still evenstarIf this twilight thou dost shineOn a more unhappy head,On tears lonelier than mine,Vainer prayers and deepest sighs,Take, ...
O Nightingale my heartHow sad thou art!How heavy is thy wing,Desperately whirr(Robert Nichols)
Nearer and ever nearer...My body, tired but tense,Hovers 'twixt vague pleasureAnd tremulous confidence.Arms to have and to use themAnd a ...
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