Poems by Thorley Wilfred Charles
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April
... bear Her faire name that founde her homeOn the wavy sea that broke,And awoke Into lyfe amid the foam ...
Art
... Strive with the marble rough Hewn from Carraran steeps, --Such stuff The perfect contour keeps ...
As you maye see upon the stem in Maye
... rynge,This bowle of milke, this basket full of sprynge, That, live or dead, thy body rose-like bloom ...
Ballade Made for his Mother that She mighte Praye toe our Ladye
... e he doth dwell,Our Lord did brynge salvation as I tell: And in this faith I live and will goe hence ...
The Ballade of Lovely Ladyes of Long Agoe
... th Echo hyde her faceWhose voice bye streame and pool doth straye, Whose beauty more than mortal was ...
El Desdichado
... orne Hell's surge: I won The lyre of Orpheus to sad melodiesOf saints, with fairies in loud antiphon ...
Epitaph in Ballade Form which Villon Made for Himself
... live or dead,O save us from infernal serfage dread, That have nor help nor holdynge in Hell's gloome ...
Happie is he that from a faire voyáge
... when agayne shall these So weary eyes behold the home that isMore deare to me than a Duke's heritage ...
The Lake
... hro' the rushes gliding, All perfume stirring thy sweet air above,All seen or heard or breathé ...
On a Dead Girl
... he might have loved, had pride allowed That ever kept its vigil vain,And like a lamp set by a shroud ...
Postscript
... will the tissue: It is not spun of gold,The web is coarse as sackcloth, Rough-edged and ill to hold ...
Self-Communing
... is bed,Hearken how eastward with unechoing tread The soft Night draws her long shroud down the skies ...
Sensation
... wander far away, a gipsy in the tread of me,As happy there with Nature fair as lover with his bride ...
The Showmen
... body like a clownTo tumble on its paltry board for pence, Nor leer for lovers like a shameless whore ...
A Thresher of Wheat to the Winds
... an this meadowe,Whyle I doe sweat and straineAt threshynge of my graine, And noon is without shadowe ...
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