Poems; with introdby Richard Garnett and illusby Byam Shaw . outhO the grave, and loose my spirits bands,And come again to the land of lands)—In a sea-side house to the farther south,Where the baked cicalas die of drouth,And one sharp tree (tis a cypress) the many hundred years iron-spiked, ripe sentinel to guard the sandsTo the waters edge. For, what expandsWithout the house, but the great opaqueBlue breadth of sea, and not a break ?While, in the house, for ever crumblesSome fragment of the frescoed blisters where a scorpion
Poems; with introdby Richard Garnett and illusby Byam Shaw . outhO the grave, and loose my spirits bands,And come again to the land of lands)—In a sea-side house to the farther south,Where the baked cicalas die of drouth,And one sharp tree (tis a cypress) the many hundred years iron-spiked, ripe sentinel to guard the sandsTo the waters edge. For, what expandsWithout the house, but the great opaqueBlue breadth of sea, and not a break ?While, in the house, for ever crumblesSome fragment of the frescoed blisters where a scorpion girl bare-footed brings and tumblesDown on the pavement, green-flesh melons,And says theres news to-day—the kingWas shot at, touched in the with his Bourbon arm in a sling.—She hopes they have not caught the felons. Italy, my Italy!Queen Marys saying serves for me— (When fortunes malice Lost her, Calais.)Open my heart and you will seeGraved inside of it, lovers old are I and she;So it always was, so it still shall bef 340. FROTVS ^>rA/»i iii«v*v_^s:g Among these latter busts we count by scores, Half-emperors and quarter-emperors, Each with his bay-leaf fillet, loose-thonged vest, Loric and low-browed Gorgon on the breast One loves a baby face, with violets there, Violets instead of laurel in the hair. As those were all the little locks could bear. Now read here. Protus ends a period Of empery beginning with a god : Born in the porphyry chamber at Byzant; Queens by his cradle, proud and ministrant. And if he quickened breath there, twould like firePantingly through the dim vast realm fame that he was missing, spread afar—The world, from its four corners, rose in he was borne out on a balconyTo pacify the world when it should captains ranged before him, one, his handMade baby points at, gained the chief day by day more beautiful he grewIn shape, all said, in feature and in young Greek scu
Size: 1468px × 1701px
Photo credit: © The Reading Room / Alamy / Afripics
License: Licensed
Model Released: No
Keywords: ., bookauthorgarnettr, bookcentury1900, bookdecade1900, bookyear1904
