Poems by Lionel Pigot Johnson
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Dead
... A spirit cries Be strong! and cries Be still ...
The Precept of Silence
... Some players upon plaintive strings ...
Ways Of War
... From Howth to Achill, the glad noise&emsp ...
Oxford
... Who wears Rome's purple with least pride, most right ...
July
... Thunder, round Heaven's opening gates ...
Mystic and Cavalier
... Seek with thine eyes to pierce this crystal sphere: ...
To Morfydd
... Cold, cold grow the winds,&emsp ...
To a Traveller
... Fare thee well, O strong heart! The tranquil night ...
The Age of a Dream
... Lights on an earth more fair, than shone from Plato's page: ...
The Dark Angel
... Thou, with thy troop of passionate powers, ...
A Friend
... Giving their love, their strength, their all ...
Bagley Wood
... These stars, these nightingales, these scents: then shame would cease ...
In Memory
... Ah! fair lips hushed in death! ...
By the Statue of King Charles at Charing Cross
... and yet, The stars his courtiers are: ...
Doctor Major
... Let those who will, Sir! to such whims submit: ...
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