kings were glad to be his guests. Ten hundred shaven priests did bow to Ammon's altar day and nigh...
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Nor a cloth upon his face, Nor drop feet foremost through the floor Into an empty space. He does ...
That the man should have his pall. For he has a pall, this wretched man, Such as few men can claim...
Like little shreds of crimson silk. Poem: La Mer A white mist drifts across the shrouds, A wild m...
Slim Lacon keeps a goat for thee, For thee the jocund shepherds wait; O Singer of Persephone! Dos...
The long white fingers of the dawn Fast climbing up the eastern sky To grasp and slay the shudderi...
The boy's first kiss, the hyacinth's first bell, The man's last passion, and the last red spear Th...
Ships tempest-tossed Will find a harbour in some bay, And so we may. And there is nothing left to...
And with dull eyes and wearied from some dear And worshipped body risen, they for certain Will nev...
In wonder at her feet, not for the sake Of a new Helen would I bid her hand the apple take. Then r...
Only a few narcissi here and there Stand separate in sweet austerity, Dotting the unmown grass wit...
Of marble youths, who with untroubled eyes And chastened limbs ride round Athena's shrine And mirr...
And where the little flowers of her breast Just brake into their milky blossoming, This murderous ...
Where the swinked shepherd drives his bleating flock Back to their wattled sheep-cotes, a faint sho...
The little fauns have left the hill, Even the tired daffodil Has closed its gilded doors, and stil...