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Quis Pro Domino? Vengeance is mine, saith the Lord… Ay’ verily: and by ministry of suc… As did His will upon the Saracen: And Christendom owns not that man…
Sweet silence after bells! deep in the enamour’d ear soft incantation dwells. Filling the rapt still sphere a liquid crystal swims,
And shall the living waters heed our vain desire, insensate Art! and fill the common dust I knead upgather’d from the trodden mart? As well might they forsake their c…
Autumn: the year breathes dully to… beside its dying sacrificial fire; the dim world’s middle-age of vain… is strangely troubled, waiting for… that speaks the winter’s welcome m…
When the spring mornings grew more… early I woke from dream that told of dreaded parting and the cold of the gray dawns when I should lo… to see once more that clear light…
I am shut out of mine own heart because my love is far from me, nor in the wonders have I part that fill its hidden empery: the wildwood of adventurous though…
I saw my life as whitest flame light-leaping in a crystal sky, and virgin colour where it came pass’d to its heart, in love to di… It wrapped the world in tender har…
THE PANGS that guard the gates… the naked sword that will be kist, how distant seem’d they to the b… white flashes in the rosy mist! Ah, not where tender play was scre…
Thou cricket, that at dusk in the… all that, alack! my sickly garden… silverest the brown air with thy l… now eve is sharp, I, hearkening, d… the home my exiled heart hath some…
Droop’st thou and fail’st? but the… winds of the region, free, they sh… unurged, unguerdon’d: hast thou th… to be with them and trail’st a use… Self-pity hath thee in her clingin…
Sweet days of breaking light, or yet the shadowy might and blaze of starry strife possess’d my life; sweet dawn of Beauty’s day,
Spring breezes over the blue, now lightly frolicking in some tro… go forth to meet her way, for here the spell hath won and dr… 0 happy wind, thou that in her war…
O WHITE wind, numbing the world to a mask of suffering hate! and thy goblin pipes have skirl’… all night, at my broken gate. O heart, be hidden and kept
Four springtimes lost: and in the… here in this quiet hour of glory,… while o’er the bridal land the westering sun dwells in untrou… a bridegroom proud of his permitte…
Dies Dominica! the sunshine burns strong incense on the breathing fi… lucid, intense, all colour towards… that souls of flowers on the air a… What claustral joy to-day is on th…
