When by thy scorn, O murd'ress, I am dead And that thou think'st thee freeFrom all solicitation from me,Then shall my ghost come to thy bed,And thee, feign'd vestal, in worse arms shall see;Then thy sick taper will begin to wink,And he, whose thou art then, being tir'd before,Will, if thou stir, or pinch to wake … Continue reading Poem – “The Apparition”
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Poem – “The Conqueror Worm”
Lo! 'tis a gala nightWithin the lonesome latter years!An angel throng, bewinged, bedightIn veils, and drowned in tears,Sit in a theatre, to seeA play of hopes and fears,While the orchestra breathes fitfullyThe music of the spheres. Mimes, in the form of God on high,Mutter and mumble low,And hither and thither fly—Mere puppets they, who come … Continue reading Poem – “The Conqueror Worm”
Poem-“October”
Mellow-faced, with eyes of faery, wistful clad in tinted leaves,See the brown October tarry by the golden rows of sheaves;Oak & acorn in his garland, fruit & wineskin in his hands,Mystic pilgrim from a far land down the road to farther lands. Softly treading, gently breathing, casting spells on wood & wold,Vines with purple clusters … Continue reading Poem-“October”
Poetry: King Mob!
King Mob as ever on mischief bent,In a land of freedom pitched his tent,In every capital round the world,His blood-stained banner King Mob unfurl’d.King Mob in civilization’s sight,Proclaimed his gospel of dynamiteFor one or other he laid his snare,“Invincible” here and “Nihilist” there. He came at last over land and sea,To the home of peace … Continue reading Poetry: King Mob!
Poetry – “When the Frost is On the Pumpkin”
When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder's in the shock,And you hear the kyouck and gobble of the struttin' turkey-cock,And the clackin' of the guineys, and the cluckin' of the hens,And the rooster's hallylooyer as he tiptoes on the fence;O, it's then's the times a feller is a-feelin' at his best,With the … Continue reading Poetry – “When the Frost is On the Pumpkin”
Poetry – “Th’expense of Spirit in a Waste of Shame”
Th' expense of spirit in a waste of shameIs lust in action; and till action, lustIs perjured, murd'rous, bloody, full of blame,Savage, extreme, rude, cruel, not to trust,Enjoyed no sooner but despisèd straight,Past reason hunted; and, no sooner hadPast reason hated as a swallowed baitOn purpose laid to make the taker mad;Mad in pursuit and … Continue reading Poetry – “Th’expense of Spirit in a Waste of Shame”
Poetry – “Ode on the Death of the Duke of Wellington”
I. BURY the Great DukeWith an empire's lamentation,Let us bury the Great DukeTo the noise of the mourning of a mighty nation,Mourning when their leaders fall,Warriors carry the warrior's pall,And sorrow darkens hamlet and hall. II. Where shall we lay the man whom we deplore?Here, in streaming London's central roar.Let the sound of those he … Continue reading Poetry – “Ode on the Death of the Duke of Wellington”
Poetry-‘Abide With Me’
Abide with me; fast falls the eventide;The darkness deepens; Lord with me abide.When other helpers fail and comforts flee,Help of the helpless, O abide with me. Swift to its close ebbs out life's little day;Earth's joys grow dim; its glories pass away;Change and decay in all around I see;O Thou who changest not, abide with … Continue reading Poetry-‘Abide With Me’
Poetry – “The Tyger”
Tyger Tyger, burning bright, In the forests of the night; What immortal hand or eye, Could frame thy fearful symmetry? In what distant deeps or skies. Burnt the fire of thine eyes?On what wings dare he aspire?What the hand, dare seize the fire? And what shoulder, & what art,Could twist the sinews of thy heart?And when thy heart began … Continue reading Poetry – “The Tyger”
Poetry – “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock
S’io credesse che mia risposta fosseA persona che mai tornasse al mondo,Questa fiamma staria senza piu scosse.Ma percioche giammai di questo fondoNon torno vivo alcun, s’i’odo il vero,Senza tema d’infamia ti rispondo. Let us go then, you and I,When the evening is spread out against the skyLike a patient etherized upon a table;Let us go, … Continue reading Poetry – “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock
Serpent's Den 