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where are they now
what lands and skies
paint pictures in their friendly eyes | img2poems |
what craft of alchemy can bid defiance
to time and change and for a single hour
renew this phantom-flower | img2poems |
it breathes no more its heart has no pulsation
in the dark places with the dead of old
it lies forever cold | img2poems |
the wrong shall fail
the right prevail
with peace on earth good-will to men | img2poems |
every quivering tongue of flame
seems to murmur some great name
seems to say to me aspire | img2poems |
but the night-wind answers hollow
are the visions that you follow
into darkness sinks your fire | img2poems |
and i make answer: i am satisfied
i dare not ask i know not what is best
god hath already said what shall betide | img2poems |
but fiends and dragons on the gargoyled eaves
watch the dead christ between the living thieves
and underneath the traitor judas lowers | img2poems |
o bringer of the light whose splendor shines
above the darkness of the apennines
forerunner of the day that is to be | img2poems |
c'en est trop de vos glouglous
epargnez aux philosophes
vos abominables strophes | img2poems |
but the statues without breath
that stand on the bridge overarching
the silent river of death | img2poems |
now a stranger looking down
i behold the shadowy crown
of the dark and haunted wood | img2poems |
o graceful form that cloudlike floatest on
with the soft undulating gait of one
who moveth as if motion were a pleasure | img2poems |
hermes
much must he toil who serves the immortal gods
and i who am their herald most of all | img2poems |
and thou prometheus say hast thou again
been stealing fire from helios' chariot-wheels
to light thy furnaces | img2poems |
they relent not
they pardon not they are implacable
revengeful unforgiving | img2poems |
no gift of theirs in whatsoever shape
it comes to me with whatsoever charm
to fascinate my sense will i receive | img2poems |
now as an arrow from hyperion's bow
my errand done i fly i float i soar
into the air returning to olympus | img2poems |
with one touch of my swift and winged feet
i spurn the solid earth and leave it rocking
as rocks the bough from which a bird takes wing | img2poems |
surely thou art a goddess for thy voice
is a celestial melody and thy form
self-poised as if it floated on the air | img2poems |
no goddess am i nor of heavenly birth
but a mere woman fashioned out of clay
and mortal as the rest | img2poems |
o what a telltale face thou hast
again
i see the wonder in thy tender eyes | img2poems |
immersed in the fountain
tantalus tastes not
the water that wastes not | img2poems |
yon snow-white cloud that sails sublime in ether
is but the sovereign zeus who like a swan
flies to fair-ankled leda | img2poems |
or perchance
ixion's cloud the shadowy shape of hera
that bore the centaurs | img2poems |
the pipe of pan out of these reeds is made
and when he plays upon it to the shepherds
they pity him so mournful is the sound | img2poems |
assert thyself rise up to thy full height
shake from thy soul these dreams effeminate
these passions born of indolence and ease | img2poems |
forbids
ah me
the secret then is safe | img2poems |
i hesitate no longer
weal or woe
or life or death the moment shall decide | img2poems |
o epimetheus i no longer dare
to lift mine eyes to thine nor hear thy voice
being no longer worthy of thy love | img2poems |
my heart hath braved the oracle that guarded
the fatal secret from us and my hand
lifted the lid of the mysterious chest | img2poems |
only through punishment of our evil deeds
only through suffering are we reconciled
to the immortal gods and to ourselves | img2poems |
never shall souls like these
escape the eumenides
the daughters dark of acheron and night | img2poems |
unquenched our torches glare
our scourges in the air
send forth prophetic sounds before they smite | img2poems |
are these celestial manners
these
the ways that win the arts that please | img2poems |
we are forgotten and in your austere
and calm indifference ye little care
whether we come or go or whence or where | img2poems |
honor and reverence and the good repute
that follows faithful service as its fruit
be unto him whom living we salute | img2poems |
how beautiful is youth
how bright it gleams
with its illusions aspirations dreams | img2poems |
where are the others
voices from the deep
caverns of darkness answer me: they sleep | img2poems |
the scholar and the world
the endless strife
the discord in the harmonies of life | img2poems |
it is too late
ah nothing is too late
till the tired heart shall cease to palpitate | img2poems |
these are indeed exceptions but they show
how far the gulf-stream of our youth may flow
into the arctic regions of our lives | img2poems |
what then
shall we sit idly down and say
the night hath come it is no longer day | img2poems |
around thee would have swarmed the attic bees
homer had been thy friend or socrates
and plato welcomed thee to his demesne | img2poems |
for thee old legends breathed historic breath
thou sawest poseidon in the purple sea
and in the sunset jason's fleece of gold | img2poems |
o what hadst thou to do with cruel death
who wast so full of life or death with thee
that thou shouldst die before thou hadst grown old | img2poems |
thou hast but taken thy lamp and gone to bed
i stay a little longer as one stays
to cover up the embers that still burn | img2poems |
an old man in a lodge within a park
the chamber walls depicted all around
with portraitures of huntsman hawk and hound | img2poems |
so in majestic cadence rise and fall
the mighty undulations of thy song
o sightless bard england's maeonides | img2poems |
and ever and anon high over all
uplifted a ninth wave superb and strong
floods all the soul with its melodious seas | img2poems |
forever and forever shalt thou be
to some the gravestone of a dead delight
to some the landmark of a new domain | img2poems |
ah with what subtile meaning did the greek
call thee the lesser mystery at the feast
whereof the greater mystery is death | img2poems |
florence adorns me with her jewelry
and when i think that michael angelo
hath leaned on me i glory in myself | img2poems |
io mi rammento quando fur cacciati
i medici pur quando ghibellino
e guelfo fecer pace mi rammento | img2poems |
fiorenza i suoi giojelli m' ha prestati
e quando penso ch' agnolo il divino
su me posava insuperbir mi sento | img2poems |
a simple stone with but a date and name
marks his secluded resting-place beside
the river that he loved and glorified | img2poems |
here in the autumn of his days he came
but the dry leaves of life were all aflame
with tints that brightened and were multiplied | img2poems |
o thou whose daily life anticipates
the life to come and in whose thought and word
the spiritual world preponderates | img2poems |
i stand beneath the tree whose branches shade
thy western window chapel of st
john | img2poems |
two kings were they who ruled by right divine
and both supreme one in the realm of truth
one in the realm of fiction and of song | img2poems |
what prince hereditary of their line
uprising in the strength and flush of youth
their glory shall inherit and prolong | img2poems |
not of the howling dervishes of song
who craze the brain with their delirious dance
art thou o sweet historian of the heart | img2poems |
therefore to thee the laurel-leaves belong
to thee our love and our allegiance
for thy allegiance to the poet's art | img2poems |
there is a mountain in the distant west
that sun-defying in its deep ravines
displays a cross of snow upon its side | img2poems |
such is the cross i wear upon my breast
these eighteen years through all the changing scenes
and seasons changeless since the day she died | img2poems |
but the bitterest disgrace
is to see forever the face
of the monk of ephesus | img2poems |
the unconquerable will
this too can bear i still
am belisarius | img2poems |
as men who think to understand
a world by their creator planned
who wiser is than they | img2poems |
thy castle on the crags above
in dust shall crumble and decay
but not the memory of her love | img2poems |
and the mountains dark and high
from their crags re-echoed the cry
of his anger and despair | img2poems |
such was kyrat's wondrous speed
never yet could any steed
reach the dust-cloud in his course | img2poems |
more than maiden more than wife
more than gold and next to life
roushan the robber loved his horse | img2poems |
seven hundred and fourscore
men at arms his livery wore
did his bidding night and day | img2poems |
now through regions all unknown
he was wandering lost alone
seeking without guide his way | img2poems |
o my kyrat o my steed
round and slender as a reed
carry me this peril through | img2poems |
satin housings shall be thine
shoes of gold o kyrat mine
o thou soul of kurroglou | img2poems |
sir i should build me a fortification if i
came to live here
boswell's johnson | img2poems |
his form is the form of a giant
but his face wears an aspect of pain
can this be the laird of inchkenneth | img2poems |
they thought the wise men were men insane
as they spurred their horses across the plain
like riders in haste and who cannot wait | img2poems |
he has heard in the grave the cries
of his people: awake
arise | img2poems |
i say it the white czar
batyushka
gosudar | img2poems |
i swear it i the czar
batyushka
gosudar | img2poems |
here in thy harbors for a while
we lower our sails a while we rest
from the unending endless quest | img2poems |
ah
his hand will nevermore
turn their storied pages o'er | img2poems |
traveller
in what realms afar
in what planet in what star | img2poems |
poet
thou whose latest verse
was a garland on thy hearse | img2poems |
friend
but yesterday the bells
rang for thee their loud farewells | img2poems |
who presented to me on my seventy-second birth-day february
this chair made from the wood of the village blacksmith's
chestnut tree | img2poems |
his presence haunts this room to-night
a form of mingled mist and light
from that far coast | img2poems |
welcome
this vacant chair is thine
dear guest and ghost | img2poems |
what phantom is this that appears
through the purple mist of the years
itself but a mist like these | img2poems |
a woman of cloud and of fire
it is she it is helen of tyre
the town in the midst of the seas | img2poems |
au have vanished but those that moored in the neighboring
roadstead
sailless at anchor ride looming so large in the mist | img2poems |
all is so quiet the troubled breast
the wounded spirit the heart oppressed
here may find the repose it craves | img2poems |
i wash the sands and headlands with my tide
my brow is crowned with branches of the pine
before my chariot-wheels the fishes glide | img2poems |
to lead the year was my appointed place
a mortal dispossessed me by a word
and set there janus with the double face | img2poems |
hark
the sea-faring wild-fowl loud proclaim
my coming and the swarming of the bees | img2poems |
these are my heralds and behold
my name
is written in blossoms on the hawthorn-trees | img2poems |
fair lakes serene and full of light
fair town arrayed in robes of white
how visionary ye appear | img2poems |
all like a floating landscape seems
in cloud-land or the land of dreams
bathed in a golden atmosphere | img2poems |
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