24 quotes found
“If illness' end be health regained then I Will pay you, Asculapeus, when I die.”
“Why do You thus devise Evil against her?' 'For that She is beautiful, delicate; Therefore.”
“But me They cannot touch, Old age and death. The strange And ignominious end of old Dead folk!”
“Pain ebbs, And like cool balm, An opiate weariness Settles on eye-lids, on relaxed Pale wrists.”
“Still as On windless nights The moon-cast shadows are, So still will be my heart when I Am dead.”
“Not thou, White rose, but thy Ensanguined sister is The dear companion of my heart's Shed blood.”
“If itWere lighter touchThan petal of flower restingOn grass, oh still too heavy it were,Too heavy!”
“Three grey women walk with me Fate and Grief and Memory. My fate brought grief; my grief must be With me through Eternity, Such thy power, memory.Three grey women walk with me.”
“And the centurion who stood by said: Truly this was a son of God. Not long ago but everywhere I go There is a hill and a black windy sky. Portent of hill, sky, day's eclipse I know; Hill, sky, the ...”
“Peter stands by the gate, And Michael by the throne. 'Peter, I would pass the gate And come before the throne.' 'Whose spirit prayed never at the gate In life nor at the throne, In death he may not...”
“Thou hast Drawn laughter from A well of secret tears And thence so elvish it rings, -mocking And sweet.”
“The old Old winds that blew When chaos was, what do They tell the clattered trees that I Should weep?”
“Oh Lady, let the sad tears fall To speak thy pain, Gently as through the silver dusk The silver rain. Oh, let thy bosom breathe its grief In such soft sigh As hath the wind in gardens where Pale ro...”
“Sea-foam And coral! Oh, I'll Climb the great pasture rocks And dream me mermaid in the sun's Gold flood.”
“Scarlet the poppies Blue the corn-flowers, Golden the wheat. Gold for the Eternal: Blue for Our Lady: Red for the five Wounds of her Son.”
“Reap, reap the grain and gather The sweet grapes from the vine; Our Lord's mother is weeping, She hath nor bread nor wine; She is weeping. The Queen of Heaven, She hath nor bread nor wine.”
“With night's Dim veil and blue I will cover my eyes, I will bind close my eyes that are So weary.”
“No guile? Nay, but so strangely He moves among us. . Not this Man but Barabbas! Release to us Barabbas!”
“Seen on a night in November How frail Above the bulk Of crashing water hangs, Autumn, evanescent, wan, The moon.”
“As it Were tissue of silver I'll wear, O Fate, thy grey, And go mistily radiant, clad Like the moon.”
“Dost thou Not feel them slip, How cold! how cold! the moon's Thin wavering finger-tips, along Thy throat?”
