He often would ask usThat, when he died,After playing so manyTo their last rest,If out of us anyShould here abide,And it would not task us,We would with our lutesPlay over…
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Look back with longing eyes and know that I will follow,Lift me up in your love as a light wind lifts a swallow,Let our flight be far in sun or…
This level reach of blue is not my sea;Here are sweet waters, pretty in the sun,Whose quiet ripples meet obedientlyA marked and measured line, one after one.This is no sea…
Oh when I think of my long-suffering race,For weary centuries despised, oppressed,Enslaved and lynched, denied a human placeIn the great life line of the Christian West;And in the Black Land…
Mataron a mis hermanos, a mis hijos, a mis tios. A la orilla dellago Texcoco me eche a llorar. Del Penon subianremolinos de salitre. Me cogieron suavemente y me depositaron…
I like a church, I like a cowl,I love a prophet of the soul, And on my heart monastic aislesFall like sweet strains or pensive smiles;Yet not for all his…
Inscribed to a Dear Child:In Memory of Golden Summer HoursAnd Whispers of a Summer Sea Girt with a boyish garb for boyish task,Eager she wields her *****: yet loves as…
OF THE PROGRESS OF THE SOULWherein,by occasion of the religious death of MistressElizabeth Drury, the incommodities of the soul in this her life, and herexaltation in the next, are contemplatedTHE…
Dark house, by which once more I standHere in the long unlovely street,Doors, where my heart was used to beatSo quickly, waiting for a hand, A hand that can be…
When reeds are dead and a straw to thatch the marshes,And feathered pampas-grass rides into the windLike aged warriors westward, tragic, thinnedOf half their tribe, and over the flattened rushes,Stripped…
There’s a woman like a dewdrop, she ’s so purer than the purest;And her noble heart ’s the noblest, yes, and her sure faith’s the surest:And her eyes are dark…
While roses are so red, While lilies are so white,Shall a woman exalt her face Because it gives delight?She’s not so sweet as a rose,;;A lily’s straighter than she,And if she were…
The church flings forth a battled shade Over the moon-blanched sward:The church; my gift; whereto I paidMy all in hand and hoard;Lavished my gainsWith stintless painsTo glorify the Lord. I…
The bells ring over the Anno, Midnight, the long, long chime;Here in the quivering darkness I am afraid of time. Oh, gray bells cease your tolling, Time takes too much…
Through the pregnant universe rumbles life’s terrific thunder, And Earth’s bowels quake with terror; strange and terrible storms break, Lightning-torches flame the heavens, kindling souls of men, thereunder: Africa! long…
Travel, trouble, music, art, A kiss, a frock, a rhyme–I never said they feed my heart, But still they pass my time.
Ojos medulas sombras blanco diaansias afan lisonjas horas cuerposmemoria todo Dios ardieron todospolvo de los sentidos sin sentidoceniza lo sentido y el sentido Este cuarto, esta cama, el sol del…
Lady Clara Vere de VereWas eight years old, she said:Every ringlet, lightly shaken, ran itself in golden thread. She took her little porringer:Of me she shall not win renown:For the…
The prosperous and beautifulTo me seem not to wearThe yoke of conscience masterful,Which galls me everywhere. I cannot shake off the ***;On my neck he makes his seat;I look at…
If yet I have not all thy love,Dear, I shall never have it all;I cannot breathe one other sigh, to move,Nor can intreat one other tear to fall;And all my…
Knows he who tills this lonely fieldTo reap its scanty corn,What mystic fruit his acres yieldAt midnight and at morn? In the long sunny afternoon,The plain was full of ghosts,I…
The sunrise wakes the lark to sing, The moonrise wakes the nightingale.Come darkness, moonrise, every thing That is so silent, sweet, and pale: Come, so ye wake the nightingale. Make haste to mount,…
Dip down upon the northern shoreO sweet new-year delaying long;Thou doest expectant nature wrong;Delaying long, delay no more. What stays thee from the clouded noons,Thy sweetness from its proper place?Can…
(PIANO DI SORRENTO.) Fortu, Frotu, my beloved one,Sit here by my side,On my knees put up both little feet!I was sure, if I tried,I could make you laugh spite of…
