Selected PoemsH. Milford, Oxford University Press, 1924 - 247 psl. |
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... Caliph PAGE 81 85 88 92 99 103 106 · 107 · 109 II2 114 116 · 119 122 125 131 In the Belfry AT THE SIGN OF THE LYRE : 132 135 139 141 The Ladies of St. James's The Old Sedan Chair · To an Intrusive Butterfly The Cure's Progress To ...
... Caliph PAGE 81 85 88 92 99 103 106 · 107 · 109 II2 114 116 · 119 122 125 131 In the Belfry AT THE SIGN OF THE LYRE : 132 135 139 141 The Ladies of St. James's The Old Sedan Chair · To an Intrusive Butterfly The Cure's Progress To ...
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... , I lie Broken in Christ's sweet hand , with whom shall rest To keep me living , now that I must die ; - There is no bird in any last year's nest ! THE MOSQUE OF THE CALIPH UNTO NTO Seyd the vizier 1869 . 124 THE DYING OF TANNEGUY DU BOIS.
... , I lie Broken in Christ's sweet hand , with whom shall rest To keep me living , now that I must die ; - There is no bird in any last year's nest ! THE MOSQUE OF THE CALIPH UNTO NTO Seyd the vizier 1869 . 124 THE DYING OF TANNEGUY DU BOIS.
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... Caliph Abdallah : - - " Now hearken and hear , I am weary , by Allah ! I am faint with the mere over - running of leisure ; I will rouse me and rear up a palace to Pleasure ! " To Abdallah the Caliph spake Seyd the vizier : " All faces ...
... Caliph Abdallah : - - " Now hearken and hear , I am weary , by Allah ! I am faint with the mere over - running of leisure ; I will rouse me and rear up a palace to Pleasure ! " To Abdallah the Caliph spake Seyd the vizier : " All faces ...
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... Caliph hath spoken ! " Yet again to the Caliph bent Seyd the vizier : " Who shall reason or rail if my Lord speaketh clear ? Who shall strive with his might ? Let my Lord live for ever ! He shall choose him a site by the side of the ...
... Caliph hath spoken ! " Yet again to the Caliph bent Seyd the vizier : " Who shall reason or rail if my Lord speaketh clear ? Who shall strive with his might ? Let my Lord live for ever ! He shall choose him a site by the side of the ...
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... Caliph heard frown- ing , That the river had swelled , and the workmen were drowning . Then the Caliph was stirred , and he flushed in his ire as He sent forth his word from Teheran to Shiraz ; And the workmen came new , and the palace ...
... Caliph heard frown- ing , That the river had swelled , and the workmen were drowning . Then the Caliph was stirred , and he flushed in his ire as He sent forth his word from Teheran to Shiraz ; And the workmen came new , and the palace ...
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A. C. Swinburne Abdallah ÆGROTUS Angel-Court Autonoë Aylmer Maude BABETTE BALLAD Bard BEAU BROCADE beauty Belle Marquise bird blooms the eglantine Caliph Carlo Vanloo comes Cupid's Alley dance Dear DENISE Dolly dream E'en Edited Edmund Blunden ENGLISH Essays eyes face fancy fate flowers FRANK garden Gargantua and Pantagruel grace gray hair hath heart Intro Introduction James Rhoades James's JOHN King more terrible kiss knew ladies of St last year's nest laughing rhyme Lavengro Letters light lips look Love's maid Megalopolis morning Muse night old Sedan chair once pains of prose Phineas Redux Phyllida play Poet Pompadour's fan Quoth the little ripple of laughing Romany Rye round SHORT STORIES sing SIR JOHN GILBERT'S smile song spray is white sweet tears terrible than Death There's thing thou thought to-day TOLSTOY Translated Twas twixt Verse VIEUXBOIS vols volumes wails watch word WORLD'S CLASSICS
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132 psl. - THE ladies of St. James's Go swinging to the play; Their footmen run before them, With a "Stand by! Clear the way!" But Phyllida, my Phyllida! She takes her buckled shoon, When we go out a-courting Beneath the harvest moon. The ladies of St. James's Wear satin on their backs; They sit all night at Ombre, With candles all of wax: But Phyllida, my Phyllida! She dons her russet gown, And runs to gather May dew Before the world is down. The ladies of St. James's! They are so fine and fair, You'd think...
197 psl. - There is place and enough for the pains of prose ; But whenever the May-blood stirs and glows, And the young year draws to the
165 psl. - THE Rose in the garden slipped her bud, And she laughed in the pride of her youthful blood, As she thought of the Gardener standing by " He is old, so old ! And he soon must die ! " .The full Rose waxed in the warm June air, And she spread and spread till her heart lay bare ; And she laughed once more as she heard his tread " He is older now ! He will soon be dead...
107 psl. - HERE, in this leafy place, Quiet he lies, Cold, with his sightless face Turned to the skies ; "Tis but another dead ; All you can say is said. Carry his body hence, Kings must have slaves ; Kings climb to eminence Over men's graves : So this man's eye is dim ; Throw the earth over him. What was the white you touched, There, at his side ? Paper his hand had clutched Tight ere he died ; Message or wish, may be ; Smooth the folds out and see.
189 psl. - Love comes back to his vacant dwelling The old, old Love that we knew of yore ! We see him stand by the open door, With his great eyes sad, and his bosom swelling. " He makes as though in our arms repelling He fain would lie, as he lay before ; Love comes back to his vacant dwelling...
241 psl. - O'er-top the stone where I shall lie, Though ill or well the world adjust My slender claim to honoured dust, I shall not question nor reply. I shall not see the morning sky ; I shall not hear the night-wind sigh ; I shall be mute, as all men must In after days ! But yet, now living, fain were I That some one then should testify, Saying "He held his pen in trust To Art, not serving shame or lust.
195 psl. - To the kirtles whereof he would tack us; With his saints and his gilded stern-frames, He had thought like an egg-shell to crack us; Now Howard may get to his Flaccus, And Drake to his Devon again, And Hawkins bowl rubbers to Bacchus, For where are the galleons of Spain? Let his Majesty hang to St. James...
112 psl. - A SONG OF THE FOUR SEASONS. WHEN Spring comes laughing By vale and hill, By wind-flower walking And daffodil, Sing stars of morning, Sing morning skies, Sing blue of speedwell, And my Love's eyes. When comes the Summer, Full-leaved and strong, And gay birds gossip The orchard long, Sing hid, sweet honey That no bee sips ; Sing red, red roses, And my Love's lips.
61 psl. - FRANK. No, I remain. To stay and fight a duel Seems, on the whole, the proper thing to do ; Ah, you are strong, I would not then be cruel, If I were you ! NELLIE.
5 psl. - Only till Sunday next, and then you'll wait Behind the White-Thorn, by the broken Stile We can go round and catch them at the Gate, All to Ourselves, for nearly one long Mile; Dear Prue won't look, and Father he'll go on, And Sam's two Eyes are all for Cissy, John!