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The spell of Shakespeare fills th… With earthly music loud and low; But Marlowe drives the clouds apa… And through their thundering rifts…
Yonder, with eyes that tears, not… With ears the wide world’s thickne… We see tumultuous miseries that ha… The night’s dead watches, hear the… Of ruin shrieking through the musi…
Borne in the car along a crowded w… Sun-soaked, I saw the world like… Or phantom boats, upon a running t… Driven through flying fog at break… “The chain gang? Yes,” I heard a…
HERE lies the woven garb he wore Of grass he gathered by the shore Whereon the phantom waves still fr… And sigh along the visionary sand. ‘Where is he now?’ you cry; ‘What…
The doom is imminent of unholy hat… Hail to the light that glimmers wh… Are shaken by winds of dawning, an… Of hemlock swirl and scatter in th… Love, that has learned in faith to…
“There is no place,” he said, “For love or pity here; We dread and only dread The moods that once were dear. “We break the ancient spell,
’Twas Jack-o’-Winter hailed it fi… But now more timid angels sing, For what dull ear can fail to hear Afar the fluting of the Spring? In all free spaces of the land
Out of the pregnant darkness, wher… To glimmering fire the watchword l… The dirge floats up from those who… High and still higher That yet shall blaze across the ve…
When my time is come to die, I would shun the decent gloom, Whispered word and weeping eye, Fitful hum of knowing fly Questing through the darkened room…
And can you tell me Love is blind Because your faults he will not fi… Because the image that he sees Is one of splendid mysteries? And if he lack the power to look
Behind us lay the homely shore With youthful memories aureoled; A sky of dazzling blue before, We sailed a sea of molten gold. To our old haven we return;
Love may trace his echoing footste… Rugged Kretschmann, the musician,… Never see the low broad figure, ma… And the quiet furrowed features, n… But from many a home there rises m…
When I was but a little boy Who hunted in the wood To scare or mangle or destroy A freakish elemental joy That tasted life and found it good
He looks beyond the veils of night… He hearkens in the silence, and ha… The ancient woods by dryad singing… To mortal ears how thin and far aw… With what gross laughter yet he tu…
ABOVE us hangs the jewelled nigh… And how her restful cool caresses Make us forget the weary sight Of summer’s daily wildernesses! O aching toil and hope deferred,