Category: Poetry
O thou refulgent essence of all grace! O thou that with the witchery of thy face Hast made of me thy servant unto death, I pray thee pause, ere, musical of breath, And rapt of utterance, thou condemn indeed My venturous wooing, and the wanton speed With which I greet thee, dea...
It were a goodly thing to spare a foe And kill his hate. And I would e'en do so! For I would kill the coyness of thy face. I would enfold thee in my spurn'd embrace And kiss the...
3. Chapter 3Who speaks of glory and the force of love, And thou not near, my maiden-minded dove! With all the coyness, all the beauty-sheen, Of thy rapt face? A fearless virgin-queen,-- A q...
1. Chapter 1O thou refulgent essence of all grace! O thou that with the witchery of thy face Hast made of me thy servant unto death, I pray thee pause, ere, musical of breath, And rapt of u...
4. Chapter 4I was bewitch'd of late! My soul had met Some fearful doom; and there had dropt a threat,-- A curse belike,--from lips of Atropos. There had been done a deed of spirit-loss Whic...