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And Thus In Nineveh
And Thus In Nineveh
Aye! I am a poet and upon my tomb
Shall maidens scatter rose leaves
And men myrtles, ere the night
Slays day with her…
Apparuit
Apparuit
Golden rose the house, in the portal I saw
thee, a marvel, carven in subtle stuff, a
portent. Life died down in the lamp and fli…
Ancora
Ancora
Good God! They say you are risqué,
O canzonetti!
We who went out into the four A. M. of the world
Composing our albas,
Ancient Music
Ancient Music
Winter is icummen in,
Lhude sing Goddamm.
Raineth drop and staineth slop,
And how the wind doth ramm!
Sing: Goddamm…
An Immorality
An Immorality
Sing we for love and idleness,
Naught else is worth the having.
Though I have been in many a land,
There is…
Alf’s Twelfth Bit
Alf’s Twelfth Bit
BALLAD FOR THE TIMES' SPECIAL SILVER NUMBER
Sez the Times a silver lining
Is what has set us pining,
Mo…
Alf’s Tenth Bit
Alf’s Tenth Bit
WIND
Scarce and thin, scarce and thin
The government's excuse,
Never at all will they do
Aught of…
Alf’s Seventh Bit
Alf’s Seventh Bit
Did I 'ear it 'arf in a doze:
The Co-ops was a goin' somewhere,
Did I 'ear it while pickin' 'ops;
How they better start…
Alf’s Ninth Bit
Alf’s Ninth Bit
Listen, my children, and you shall hear
The midnight activities of Whats-his Name,
Scarcely a general now known to fame
C…
Alf’s Fifth Bit
Alf’s Fifth Bit
The pomps of butchery, financial power,
Told 'em to die in war, and then to save,
Then cut their saving to the half or lower;
A Virginal
A Virginal
No, no! Go from me. I have left her lately.
I will not spoil my sheath with lesser brightness,
For my surrounding air hath a new light…
Albatre
Albatre
This lady in the white bath-robe which she calls a
peignoir,
Is, for the time being, the mistress of my friend,
And the d…
A Song Of The Degrees
A Song Of The Degrees
I
Rest me with Chinese colours,
For I think the glass is evil.
II
The wind moves above the …
A Girl
A Girl
The tree has entered my hands,
The sap has ascended my arms,
The tree has grown in my breast -
Downward,
The branches grow …
[Greek]
[Greek]
Be in me as the eternal moods
of the bleak wind, and not
As transient things are—
gaiety of flowers.
Have me in t…
‘Phasellus Ille’
‘Phasellus Ille’
1 his papier-mâché, which you see, my friends,
Saith 'twas the worthiest of editors.
Its mind was made up in 'the seventies',
Well Hast Thou spoke
Well Hast Thou spoke
Well hast thou spoken, and yet not taught
A feeling strange or new;
Thou hast but roused a latent thought,
A cloud-c…
To Imagination
To Imagination
When weary with the long day's care,
And earthly change from pain to pain,
And lost and ready to despair,
Thy kind voice c…
The Wind was Rough which Tore
The Wind was Rough which Tore
The wind was rough which tore
That leaf from its parent tree
The fate was cruel which bore
The withering co…
The Visionary
The Visionary
Silent is the house: all are laid asleep:
One alone looks out o’er the snow-wreaths deep,
Watching every cloud, dreading every bree…
The Sun Has Set
The Sun Has Set
The sun has set, and the long grass now
Waves dreamily in the evening wind;
And the wild bird has flown from that old gray stone …
The Prisoner
The Prisoner
Still let my tyrants know, I am not doomed to wear
Year after year in gloom and desolate despair;
A messenger of Hope comes every ni…
The Old Stoic
The Old Stoic
Riches I hold in light esteem;
And Love I laugh to scorn;
And lust of fame was but a dream
That vanished with the morn:
The Night - Wind
The Night - Wind
In summer's mellow midnight,
A cloudless moon shone through
Our open parlour window,
And rose-trees wet with dew.
…