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Quel Giorno Piu .. Quel Giorno Piu ..

Quel Giorno Piu ..
That day--it was the last of many days, Nor could we know when such days might be given Again--we read how Dante trod the ways Of utmost Hell, and how his heart was riven By sad Francesca, whose sin was forgiven So far that, on her Paolo fixing gaze, She supt on his again, and thought it Heaven, She knew her gentler fate and felt it praise. We read... Poems - Post by : John_Webb - Date : September 2011 - Author : Maurice Hewlett - Read : 890

Kin Confessed Kin Confessed

Kin Confessed
Long loving, all our love was husbanded Until one morning on the brown hillside, One misty Autumn morn when Sun did hide His radiance, yet was felt. No words we said, But in one flash transfigured, glorified, All her heart's tumult beating white and red, She fell prone on her face and hid her wide Over-brimmed eyes in dewy fern.... Poems - Post by : Safari - Date : September 2011 - Author : Maurice Hewlett - Read : 715

Aspetto Reale Aspetto Reale

Aspetto Reale
That hour when thou and Grief were first acquainted Thou wrotest, "Come, for I have lookt on death." Piteous I held my indeterminate breath And sought thee out, and saw how he had painted Thine eyes with rings of black; yet never fainted Thy radiant immortality underneath Such stress of dark; but then, as one that saith, "I know Love liveth," sat on by death untainted. O to whom... Poems - Post by : Cutter - Date : September 2011 - Author : Maurice Hewlett - Read : 1342

The Winds' Possession The Winds' Possession

The Winds' Possession
When winds blow high and leaves begin to fall, And the wan sunlight flits before the blast; When fields are brown and crops are garnered all, And rooks, like mastered ships, drift wide and fast; Maid Artemis, that feeleth her young blood Leap like a freshet river for the sea, Speedeth abroad with hair blown in a flood To snuff the salt west wind and wanton free. Then would... Poems - Post by : Gurti04 - Date : September 2011 - Author : Maurice Hewlett - Read : 1663

Alma Sdegnosa Alma Sdegnosa

Alma Sdegnosa
Not that dull spleen which serves i' the world for scorn, Is hers I watch from far off, worshipping As in remote Chaldaea the ancient king Adored the star that heralded the morn. Her proud content she bears as a flag is borne Tincted the hue royal; or as a wing It lifts her soaring, near the daylight spring, Whence, if she lift, our days must pass forlorn. The... Poems - Post by : shirleylee - Date : September 2011 - Author : Maurice Hewlett - Read : 2523

To The Gods Of The Country To The Gods Of The Country

To The Gods Of The Country
Sun and Moon, shine upon me; Make glad my days and clear my nights! O Earth, whose child I am, Grant me thy patience! O Heaven, whose heir I may be, Keep quick my hope! Your steadfastness I need, O Hills; O Rain, thy kindness! Snow, keep me pure; O Fire, teach me thy pride! From you, ye Winds, I ask... Poems - Post by : uclaboyz - Date : September 2011 - Author : Maurice Hewlett - Read : 944

Gnatho Gnatho

Gnatho
Gnatho, Satyr, homing at dusk, Trotting home like a tired dog, By mountain slopes 'twixt the junipers And flamed oleanders near the sea, Found a girl-child asleep in a fleece, Frail as wax, golden and rose; Whereat at first he skipt aside And stayed him, nosing and peering to Next he crept, softly breathing, Blinking his fear. None was there To guard; the sun had dipt in the sea,... Poems - Post by : Donna_Jones - Date : September 2011 - Author : Maurice Hewlett - Read : 3182

The Argive Women The Argive Women

The Argive Women
The Argive Women(2) CHTHONOE MYRTILLA RHODOPE PASIPHASSA GORGO SITYS * * * * *SCENEThe women's house in the House of Paris in Troy.TIME.--The Tenth year of the War. *... Poems - Post by : Jakutsch - Date : September 2011 - Author : Maurice Hewlett - Read : 2302

The Saints' Maying The Saints' Maying

The Saints' Maying
Since green earth is awake Let us now pastime take, Not serving wantonness Too well, nor niggardness, Which monks of men would make. But clothed like earth in green, With jocund hearts and clean, We will take hands and go Singing where quietly blow The flowers of Spring's demesne. The cuckoo haileth loud The open sky; no cloud Doth fleck the earth's blue tent;... Poems - Post by : tisinc - Date : September 2011 - Author : Maurice Hewlett - Read : 1623

Lai Of Gobertz Lai Of Gobertz

Lai Of Gobertz
Lai of Gobertz(1)Of courteous Limozin wight, Gobertz, I will indite: From Poicebot had he his right Of gentlehood; Made monk in his own despite In San Leonart the white, Withal to sing and to write Coblas he could. Learning had he, and rare Music, and gai saber: No monk with him to compare... Poems - Post by : kenc2001 - Date : September 2011 - Author : Maurice Hewlett - Read : 3402

Oreithyia Oreithyia

Oreithyia
Oreithyia, by the North Wind carried To stormy Thrace from Athens where you tarried Down by Ilissus all a blowy day Among the asphodels, how rapt away Thither, and in what frozen bed wert married? "I was a King's tall daughter still unwed, Slim and desirable my locks to shed Free from the fillet. He my maiden belt Undid with busy fingers hid but felt, And made me wife upon no marriage bed.... Poems - Post by : jfitzpatrick - Date : September 2011 - Author : Maurice Hewlett - Read : 3478

Hypsipyle Hypsipyle

Hypsipyle
Queen of the shadows, Maid and Wife, Twifold in essence, as in life, The lamp of Death, the star of Birth, Half cradled and half mourned by Earth, By Hell half won, half lost! aid me To sing thy fond Hypsipyle, Thy bosom's mate who, unafraid, Renounced for thee what part she had In sun and wind upon the hill, In dawn about the mere, in still Woodlands, in kiss of... Poems - Post by : alanls - Date : September 2011 - Author : Maurice Hewlett - Read : 2669