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Church-doors should still stand op… Open to all who come for praise or… Laden with gift of love or load of… Nimbused with gold, or flecked wit… Mother, or snow-white bride, or pa…
Why do I sit within the spell Of eyes like thine, who oft have k… What ’tis in Beauty’s gaze to dwe… And then-to feel alone: Back be remitted to my cell,
Farewell! I breathe that wonted p… But oh! though countless leagues d… Our gaze, our grasp, they shall no… My soul, my spirit, from thy side. Waking or sleeping, thou shalt own
Once again, banners, fly! Clang again, bells, on high, Sounding to sea and sky, Longer and louder, Mafeking’s glory with
She trembles when I touch The tips of scarce-grown fingers, Yet seems to think it overmuch If for a moment lingers Grasp that I hardly meant for suc…
Take not the Gods to task, for th… When they refuse no less than when… Thou canst but know, with all thy… What is thy whim, but never what t… Did they, to smite thine importuni…
Hush! or you’ll wake her. Softly… She slumbers in her little bed. What do I see? A coffin! Dead? Yes, dead at break of morning. No, no, it cannot, cannot be!
‘Why do I bid the rising gale To waft me from your shore? Why hail I, as the vultures hail, The scent of far-off gore? Why wear I with defiant pride
Side by side with Lady Mabel Sate I, with the sunshade down; In the distance hummed the Babel Of the many-footed town; There we sate with looks unstable–
The last warm gleams of sunset fad… From cypress spire and stonepine d… And, in the twilight’s deepening s… Lingering, I scan the wrecks of R… Husht the Madonna’s Evening Bell…
‘If you were mine, if you were min… The day would dawn, the stars woul… The sun would set, the moon arise, In holier and yet heavenlier skies… Then unto me the Year would bring
Go talk to her, sweet flower, To whom I fain would talk Tell her I hour by hour Pine on my own poor stalk. Tell her that I should live
Where Apennine slopes unto Tuscan… And breaks into dimples, and laugh… To see where the terrors of Winte… And out of a valley of grape and g… There blossoms a City of domes an…
Think you that I will drain the d… I who have quaffed the sweetness o… Now by the steadfast burning stars… Better to faint of thirst than thu… What! shall we twain who saw love’…
Let us fly! It is long past eleve… The watch-dogs are silent; the moo… Hath all but abandoned the heaven, And midnight is sinking in swoon. Not a chirp to be heard in the thi…
