Category: Poetry
HIGH on the lone and wave-scarred porphyry, The promontoried porch of Attica, Past evenfall, sat he whose reverend hair Down-glittered with the breaker’s volleying foam Visioned before him in the level dark: Ægeus, of wronged Pandion heir, and king. And round about his knees,...
Cautiously, In his far corner, one behind the king At the dumb bursting-point of that weird hush, With nervous finger twitched his neighbor’s sleeve, And strove to whisper him w...
4. Part 4YOUR bays shall all men bring, And flowers the children strew you. Once, as I stood in a thick west wood, I took from a fissure a precious thing, The homage whereof be to you!
3. Part 3‘Why, see! this diadem’s pleasure a Turk might sigh to inherit,-- Heart-beats thrumming; a torpid and solitary cheer; No call to arms, no measure of progress! Well, let him wear...
1. Part 1HIGH on the lone and wave-scarred porphyry, The promontoried porch of Attica, Past evenfall, sat he whose reverend hair Down-glittered with the breaker’s volleying foam Visioned...
5. Part 5WITHIN my bosom, from long apathy, Love’s mood of tenderness extreme awoke, And spying him far off, mine eye bespoke Love’s self, so joyous scarce it seemèd he, Crying: ‘Now, ve...