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can it be so
or does my sight
deceive me in the uncertain light | img2poems |
it is count hugo of the rhine
the deadliest foe of all our race
and hateful unto me and mine | img2poems |
i know you and i see the scar
the brand upon your forehead shine
and redden like a baleful star | img2poems |
count hugo once but now the wreck
of what i was
o hoheneck | img2poems |
then suddenly from the dark there came
a voice that called me by my name
and said to me kneel down and pray | img2poems |
have known me in that earlier time
a man of violence and crime
whose passions brooked no curb nor check | img2poems |
yes lift your princely hand and take
revenge if 't is revenge you seek
then pardon me for jesus' sake | img2poems |
but now our souls are more subdued
the hand of god and not in vain
has touched us with the fire of pain | img2poems |
let us kneel down and side by side
pray till our souls are purified
and pardon will not be denied | img2poems |
no danger
to-night he will let us alone
as i happen to know he has guests of his own | img2poems |
well then since you are in the mood
to give your noisy humors vent
sing and howl to your heart's content | img2poems |
tanquam sint fluminis undae
nec quaeras unde
sed fundas semper abunde | img2poems |
what is the name of yonder friar
with an eye that glows like a coal of fire
and such a black mass of tangled hair | img2poems |
he's a stranger
you had better ask his name
and where he is going and whence he came | img2poems |
you must know then it is in the diocese
called the diocese of vannes
in the province of brittany | img2poems |
ha
that is a convent
that is an abbey | img2poems |
and then all day
up and away
through the forest hunting the deer | img2poems |
ah my friends i'm afraid that here
you are a little too pious a little too tame
and the more is the shame | img2poems |
't is the greatest folly
not to be jolly
that's what i think | img2poems |
for some of us knew a thing or two
in the abbey of st
gildas de rhuys | img2poems |
for instance the great ado
with old fulbert's niece
the young and lovely heloise | img2poems |
what is that bell for
are you such asses
as to keep up the fashion of midnight masses | img2poems |
a spy in the convent
one of the brothers
telling scandalous tales of the others | img2poems |
do you brother paul
creep under the window close to the wall
and open it suddenly when i call | img2poems |
then seize the villain by the hair
and hold him there
and punish him soundly once for all | img2poems |
as saint dunstan of old
we are told
once caught the devil by the nose | img2poems |
help
help
are you going to slay me | img2poems |
and such am i
my soul within
was dark with passion and soiled with sin | img2poems |
many a wandering suabian bard
whose life was dreary and bleak and hard
has found through me the way to fame | img2poems |
it was a dream and would not stay
a dream that in a single night
faded and vanished out of sight | img2poems |
no other words than these he said
but they were like a funeral wail
my life was ended my heart was dead | img2poems |
and i thanked god in my fever and pain
that those shadows on the midnight plain
were gone and could not come again | img2poems |
i left my father's home to come
like catherine to her martyrdom
for blindly i esteemed it so | img2poems |
and when i heard the convent door
behind me close to ope no more
i felt it smite me like a blow | img2poems |
i felt the agony decrease
by slow degrees then wholly cease
ending in perfect rest and peace | img2poems |
the path that runs through the fairest meads
on the sunniest side of the valley leads
into a region bleak and sterile | img2poems |
ah what a pity 't is that she should listen
unto such songs when in her orisons
she might have heard in heaven the angels singing | img2poems |
and here the heart of the new-wedded wife
coming from church with her beloved lord
he startles with the rattle of his drum | img2poems |
for the reason
that life and all that speaks of life is lovely
and death and all that speaks of death is hateful | img2poems |
ha
ha
perdition | img2poems |
ha
ha
defeated | img2poems |
how bleak and bare it is
nothing but mosses
grow on these rocks | img2poems |
how beautiful it is
it seems a garden
of paradise | img2poems |
the days are short the way before us long
we must not linger if we think to reach
the inn at belinzona before vespers | img2poems |
ho barbarossa
how thy mottled haunches
sweat with this canter over hill and glade | img2poems |
hark
what sweet sounds are those whose accents holy
fill the warm noon with music sad and sweet | img2poems |
but by what instinct or what secret sign
meeting me here do you straightway divine
that northward of the alps my country lies | img2poems |
your accent like st
peter's would betray you
did not your yellow beard and your blue eyes | img2poems |
moreover we have seen your face before
and heard you preach at the cathedral door
on easter sunday in the strasburg square | img2poems |
it is the sea it is the sea
in all its vague immensity
fading and darkening in the distance | img2poems |
upon a sea more vast and dark
the spirits of the dead embark
all voyaging to unknown coasts | img2poems |
we wave our farewells from the shore
and they depart and come no more
or come as phantoms and as ghosts | img2poems |
the sea is silent the sea is discreet
deep it lies at thy very feet
there is no confessor like unto death | img2poems |
the fisherman who lies afloat
with shadowy sail in yonder boat
is singing softly to the night | img2poems |
but do i comprehend aright
the meaning of the words he sung
so sweetly in his native tongue | img2poems |
angel of god
thy finer sense perceives
celestial and perpetual harmonies | img2poems |
all this morning until noon
we had baffling winds and sudden flaws
struck the sea with their cat's-paws | img2poems |
do you see that livornese felucca
that vessel to the windward yonder
running with her gunwale under | img2poems |
one hundred and twenty-five propositions
which i will maintain with the sword of the tongue
against all disputants old and young | img2poems |
let us see if doctors or dialecticians
will dare to dispute my definitions
or attack any one of my learned theses | img2poems |
and therein he contradicteth himself
for he opens the whole discussion by stating
that god can only exist in creating | img2poems |
so much at least i am bound to acknowledge
the air seems healthy the buildings stately
and on the whole i like it greatly | img2poems |
the first three years of the college course
are given to logic alone as the source
of all that is noble and wise and true | img2poems |
that seems rather strange i must confess
in a medical school yet nevertheless
you doubtless have reasons for that | img2poems |
the challenge of some scholastic wight
who wishes to hold a public debate
on sundry questions wrong or right | img2poems |
so long as the boastful human mind
consents in such mills as this to grind
i sit very firmly upon my throne | img2poems |
against all opposition
against all prayers entreaties protestations
she will not be persuaded | img2poems |
not one step further
for i only meant
to put thus far thy courage to the proof | img2poems |
it is enough
i too have strength to die
for thou hast taught me | img2poems |
the rest is yours
why wait you
i am ready | img2poems |
then start not at the creaking of the door
through which i pass
i see what lies beyond it | img2poems |
and you o prince
bear back my benison
unto my father's house and all within it | img2poems |
this morning in the church i prayed for them
after confession after absolution
when my whole soul was white i prayed for them | img2poems |
and in your life let my remembrance linger
as something not to trouble and disturb it
but to complete it adding life to life | img2poems |
perhaps it is a mercy of god
lest the dead there under the sod
in the land of strangers should be lonely | img2poems |
god help us
i hope we have done right
we thought we were acting for the best | img2poems |
alas
i am simple and lowly bred
i am poor distracted and forlorn | img2poems |
they call her the lady alicia now
for the prince in salerno made a vow
that elsie only would he wed | img2poems |
as fair and lovely did she seem
as in a story or a dream
some beautiful and foreign lady | img2poems |
we shall behold our child once more
she is not dead
she is not dead | img2poems |
god listening must have overheard
the prayers that without sound or word
our hearts in secrecy have said | img2poems |
the forest behind and the garden before
and midway an old man of threescore
with a wife and children that caress him | img2poems |
they are the bells of geisenheim
that with their melancholy chime
ring out the curfew of the sun | img2poems |
their voices only speak to me
of peace and deep tranquillity
and endless confidence in thee | img2poems |
o power of meekness
whose very gentleness and weakness
are like the yielding but irresistible air | img2poems |
oh yes a tower of strength indeed
a present help in all our need
a sword and buckler is our god | img2poems |
yea music is the prophet's art
among the gifts that god hath sent
one of the most magnificent | img2poems |
enough i have had of hunting hares
enough of these hours of idle mirth
enough of nets and traps and gins | img2poems |
behold
a hand unbars the door
ye shall be captives held no more | img2poems |
res et verba philippus
res sine verbis lutherus
erasmus verba sine re | img2poems |
why touch upon such themes
perhaps some friend
may ask incredulous and to what good end | img2poems |
st
paul commands all women to keep silence
within the churches | img2poems |
thou canst not answer
it is for the priest
and against this i bear my testimony | img2poems |
the hand that cut
the red cross from the colors of the king
can cut the red heart from this heresy | img2poems |
to-night they sleep in prison
if they die
they cannot say that we have caused their death | img2poems |
we do but guard the passage with the sword
pointed towards them if they dash upon it
their blood will be on their own heads not ours | img2poems |
o day of rest
how beautiful how fair
how welcome to the weary and the old | img2poems |
ah why will man by his austerities
shut out the blessed sunshine and the light
and make of thee a dungeon of despair | img2poems |
all silent as a graveyard
no one stirring
no footfall in the street no sound of voices | img2poems |
the women screamed and fainted and the boys
made such an uproar in the gallery
i could not keep them quiet | img2poems |
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