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And these-are these indeed the end… This grinning skull, this heavy lo… Do all green ways whereby we wend Lead but to yon ignoble home? Ah well! Thine eyes invite to bli…
First, ere I slake my hunger, let… The giver of the feast. For feast… Though of ethereal, translunary fa… His story who pre-eminently of men Seemed nourished upon starbeams an…
In the night, in the night, When thou liest alone, Ah, the sounds that are blown In the freaks of the breeze, By the spirit that sends
Eldest born of powers divine! Bless’d Hygeia! be it mine To enjoy what thou canst give, And henceforth with thee to live: For in power if pleasure be
Now as it chanced, the day was alm… When down the lonely mountain-side… The whitehaired man, the Prince t… He won the silence of the valley w… The city’s many towers uprose, the…
[Mr. Oscar Wilde, having discover… And wilt thou, Oscar, from us fle… And must we, henceforth, wholly se… Shall thy laborious _jeux-d’esprit… Sadden our lives no more for ever?
Here, peradventure, in this mirror… Who gazes long and well at times b… Some sunken feature of the mummied… But oftener only the embroidered f… And soiled magnificence of her ren…
A letter from abroad. I tear Its sheathing open, unaware What treasure gleams within; and t… Like bird from cage– Flutters a curl of golden hair
HE sits above the clang and dust… With the world’s secret trembling… He asks not converse or companions… In the cold starlight where thou c… The undelivered tidings in his bre…
So, being risen, the Prince in br… Forth to the market-place, where b… Of them that bought and them that… Of many sounds in murmurous union– buzzing as of bees about their hiv…
To the eye and the ear of the Dre… This Dream out of darkness flew, Through the horn or the ivory port… But he wist not which of the two. It was the Human Spirit,
Just for a day you crossed my life… Put my ignobler dreams to sudden s… Went your bright way, and left me… On my own world of poorer deed and… To fall back on my meaner world, a…
It was a skipper of Lowestoft That trawled the northern sea, In a smack of thrice ten tons and… And the Britain’s Pride
That beauty such as thine Can die indeed, Were ordinance too wantonly malign… No wit may reconcile so cold a cre… With beauty such as thine.
That night within the City of You… Musicians playing to the multitude On many a gold and silver instrume… Whose differing souls yet chimed i… And sooth-tongued singers, throate…