Go, my songs, seek your praise from the young and from the intolerant, Move among the lovers of perfection alone. Seek ever to stand in the hard Sopho...
Empty are the ways, Empty are the ways of this land And the flowers Bend over with heavy heads. They bend in vain. Empty are the ways of this land Whe...
Earth's winter comethAnd I being part of allAnd sith the spirit of all moveth in meI must needs bear earth's winterDrawn cold and grey with ho...
I do not choose to dream; there cometh on meSome strange old lust for deeds.As to the nerveless hand of some old warriorThe sword-hilt or the war-worn...
When I am oldI will not have you look apartFrom me, into the cold,Friend of my heart,Nor be sad in your remembranceOf the careless, mad-heart semblanc...
"Vocat aestus in umbram" Nemesianus Es. IV. E. P. Ode pour l'élection de son sépulchre For three years, out of key with hi...
No man hath dared to write this thing as yet, And yet I know, how that the souls of all men great At times pass athrough us, And we are melted into th...
Lord God of heaven that with mercy dight Th'alternate prayer wheel of the night and light Eternal hath to thee, and in whose sight Our days as rai...
Come, my songs, let us express our baser passions.Let us express our envy for the man with a steady job and no worry about the future. You are very id...
For three years, out of key with his time,He strove to resuscitate the dead artOf poetry; to maintain "the sublime"In the old scene.Wrong fr...