Potential Titles: Francis Young

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And echoes bellowed in the bush - Francis Brett Young "After Action"

In the reek of iodine and blood - Francis Brett Young "After Action"

Dew upon the lattice panes - Francis Brett Young "After Action"

At dawn the phantoms fly - Francis Brett Young "Before Action"

From the time when stars are faint - Francis Brett Young "Before Action"

Bright air alive with dragonflies - Francis Brett Young "Bete Humaine"

With brittle wings aquiver - Francis Brett Young "Bete Humaine"

Beasts that prey with bloody claw - Francis Brett Young "Bete Humaine"

An air that ancient poets knew - Francis Brett Young "Dead Poets"

A valley compassed with sweet sound - Francis Brett Young "Dead Poets"

Steadfast as the altar candle's flame - Francis Brett Young "Dead Poets"

Reach the cadence of their song - Francis Brett Young "Dead Poets"

With the broken blossom vanishing - Francis Brett Young "Dead Poets"

Whose name was writ in water - Francis Brett Young "Dead Poets"

In the numbing poppy-juice found peace - Francis Brett Young "Dead Poets"

Powdered arsenic upon his lips - Francis Brett Young "Dead Poets"

By whom the world was lost - Francis Brett Young "Dead Poets"

The splendid flower of their delight - Francis Brett Young "Dead Poets"

Uttermost attar of the living rose - Francis Brett Young "Dead Poets"

Who have ravish'd beauty's secret ways - Francis Brett Young "Dead Poets"

And desolation in her praise - Francis Brett Young "Dead Poets"

That sailed from Tyre a thousand years ago - Francis Brett Young "The Dhows"

Grey doves of Astarte - Francis Brett Young "Doves"

Uttering their murmured enchantment - Francis Brett Young "Doves"

Pale divinity of hidden evil - Francis Brett Young "Doves"

What enchanted sinister recesses - Francis Brett Young "Doves"

Hosts of dancing bluebells - Francis Brett Young "Easter"

A piece of the sky has fallen down - Francis Brett Young "Easter"

Tossing the elm-tree's tender tassels - Francis Brett Young "England--April, 1918"

Under the lonely darkness I stumble - Francis Brett Young "Envoi"

There have I clutched at divinity - Francis Brett Young "Envoi"

Have forsaken the splendour of the stars - Francis Brett Young "Envoi"

And my shadowy avatars renounced - Francis Brett Young "Envoi"

The iron road agleam with splintered light - Francis Brett Young "February"

Bidding my lips to sing - Francis Brett Young "February"

Iris of tumbled nautilus - Francis Brett Young "Five Degrees South"

That pause not in their flowing - Francis Brett Young "Five Degrees South"

In a vision of three poplar-trees - Francis Brett Young "The Gift"

Where reed-beds start and quiver - Francis Brett Young "The Gift"

The pillared halls of sleep - Francis Brett Young "Invocation"

Sleep echoed my ghostly tread - Francis Brett Young "Invocation"

A finer fire touched my lips - Francis Brett Young "Lament"

Half the songs of my desire - Francis Brett Young "Lament"

Song of the wind, surge of the sea - Francis Brett Young "Lament"

In a clear flood of sunlight vibrating - Francis Brett Young "The Leaning Elm"

Cursing the haggard, hungry surf - Francis Brett Young "Lettermore"

And wide seas tarnish in the sun - Francis Brett Young "Lettermore"

The image of my last content - Francis Brett Young "Lochanilaun"

Drinking honey of the night's flowers - Francis Brett Young "Moths"

Into my circled light they came - Francis Brett Young "Moths"

Down through my circle of light - Francis Brett Young "Moths"

With no more dreams for my delight - Francis Brett Young "Moths"

Imprisoning empty darkness - Francis Brett Young "An Old House"

Of grey lavender bushes and weedy lawns - Francis Brett Young "An Old House"

A solitary cherry-tree in bloom - Francis Brett Young "An Old House"

Plaster crumbles on the lonely walls - Francis Brett Young "An Old House"

Heard the blackbird's jolly whistle - Francis Brett Young "An Old House"

And shadows of children playing - Francis Brett Young "An Old House"

Spray the cherry-boughs with light - Francis Brett Young "An Old House"

In ghostly gardens a hundred miles away - Francis Brett Young "An Old House"

Iron haste hurries to iron days - Francis Brett Young "An Old House"

Days as careless as a blackbird's song - Francis Brett Young "On a Subaltern Killed in Action"

When midges' wings make a thin music - Francis Brett Young "On a Subaltern Killed in Action"

And the night fell on our battle - Francis Brett Young "On a Subaltern Killed in Action"

Dark clouds charged with thunder - Francis Brett Young "On a Subaltern Killed in Action"

Iron scythe forged by his thunder - Francis Brett Young "On a Subaltern Killed in Action"

Reaping of nations overripened - Francis Brett Young "On a Subaltern Killed in Action"

Tormented creature of fire and ice - Francis Brett Young "104 Fahrenheit"

Where no rains abated the fierce air - Francis Brett Young "104 Fahrenheit"

Nor had I further need of breath - Francis Brett Young "104 Fahrenheit"

Thin wings of fever singing - Francis Brett Young "104 Fahrenheit"

In bitter London's heart of stone - Francis Brett Young "The Pavement"

Under the lamplight's shielded glare - Francis Brett Young "The Pavement"

Whose blown dust throttles the hot air - Francis Brett Young "The Pavement"

I had no stone of scorn to fling - Francis Brett Young "The Pavement"

His many-splintered arrows of light - Francis Brett Young "Phthonos"

Into that lost dominion of my mind - Francis Brett Young "Phthonos"

Elms that shelter under the ridge - Francis Brett Young "Porton Water"

And crossed the bridge in single file - Francis Brett Young "Porton Water"

Mirrored a thousand laughing faces - Francis Brett Young "Porton Water"

Found a resting-place for laughter - Francis Brett Young "Porton Water"

Over the lonely spire she climbs - Francis Brett Young "Porton Water"

Of black hellebore and rosemary - Francis Brett Young "Prothalamion"

Dark carnation's breath of clove - Francis Brett Young "Prothalamion"

Between the beds of phlox - Francis Brett Young "The Rain-Bird"

Cease their gossip at the gate - Francis Brett Young "The Rain-Bird"

Whose heart most tender stars illume - Francis Brett Young "The Rain-Bird"

Half the world in one red bonfire - Francis Brett Young "Slender Themes"

To illumine the sad skies of night - Francis Brett Young "Slender Themes"

Trees whose blossoms shine no less - Francis Brett Young "Song [I made a song in my love's likeness]"

Stopp'd my singing mouth with thunder - Francis Brett Young "Song [I made a song in my love's likeness]"

The space of the spent atom's race - Francis Brett Young "Song [What is the worth of war]"

Whose faint flames vanish quite - Francis Brett Young "Song [What is the worth of war]"

In that star-powdered night - Francis Brett Young "Song [What is the worth of war]"

End with the mourner's tears - Francis Brett Young "Song [What is the worth of war]"

And the dead planets race unlighted - Francis Brett Young "Song [What is the worth of war]"

Unlighted through blind space - Francis Brett Young "Song [What is the worth of war]"

In the limes the thrushes sing - Francis Brett Young "Song [Why have you stolen my delight]"

The age of iron, pick, and spade - Francis Brett Young "Song of the Dark Ages"

Beneath the glare of brazen skies - Francis Brett Young "Sonnet [Not only for remembered loveliness]"

Meadows in moonlight cool - Francis Brett Young "Sonnet [Not only for remembered loveliness]"

The unfading crown of sacrifice - Francis Brett Young "Sonnet [Not only for remembered loveliness]"

Merged into perpetual night - Francis Brett Young "Testament"

Hawthorn tarnished in the sun - Francis Brett Young "Testament"

Washed within a wave of golden - Francis Brett Young "Testament"

Meeting the breath of hay - Francis Brett Young "Testament"

By a dark canal debating - Francis Brett Young "Testament"

Glitter in the spirit's night - Francis Brett Young "Testament"

In my store of visionary dowers - Francis Brett Young "Testament"

Lest their last fruit be tears - Francis Brett Young "Testament"

An eager spirit of fragile fancies - Francis Brett Young "Testament"

Consider still your starry heritage - Francis Brett Young "Testament"


Note: The date on the book I found these in was 1919. "Thamar (To Thamar Karsavina)" has H. Rider Haggard levels of exoticizing racism with major character death (that of the first person narrator). I was never quite sure where this lost city was supposed to be located (I think I just failed to note those details), so I can't specify the exact flavor of racism. I got some great snippets from the poem, but...

Blown under a wind that grieves - Francis Brett Young "Thamar (To Thamar Karsavina)"

Ghostly zone of thwarted destinies - Francis Brett Young "Thamar (To Thamar Karsavina)"

A timeless avatar of never-ending dooms - Francis Brett Young "Thamar (To Thamar Karsavina)"

Out of those tyrannous glooms - Francis Brett Young "Thamar (To Thamar Karsavina)"

A tired star in stormy darkness - Francis Brett Young "Thamar (To Thamar Karsavina)"

Vast as towered Babylon - Francis Brett Young "Thamar (To Thamar Karsavina)"

Was builded on that broken city's tears - Francis Brett Young "Thamar (To Thamar Karsavina)"

The rapid wheels of Babel's charioteers - Francis Brett Young "Thamar (To Thamar Karsavina)"

That no aeons can abate - Francis Brett Young "Thamar (To Thamar Karsavina)"

In a sea of molten glass - Francis Brett Young "Thamar (To Thamar Karsavina)"

And the changing seasons squandered - Francis Brett Young "Thamar (To Thamar Karsavina)"

Nor my woven fate unravelled - Francis Brett Young "Thamar (To Thamar Karsavina)"

Drawn to a hidden goal - Francis Brett Young "Thamar (To Thamar Karsavina)"

Forlorn with waiting - Francis Brett Young "Thamar (To Thamar Karsavina)"

The visionary vault of inviolate cobalt - Francis Brett Young "Thamar (To Thamar Karsavina)"

Frail cities of lath and reed - Francis Brett Young "Thamar (To Thamar Karsavina)"

Where old sorrows lie forgotten - Francis Brett Young "Thamar (To Thamar Karsavina)"

Till the heart dare not move - Francis Brett Young "Thamar (To Thamar Karsavina)"

New-kindled in cold flame - Francis Brett Young "Thamar (To Thamar Karsavina)"

Strewn with myriad starry swarms - Francis Brett Young "Thamar (To Thamar Karsavina)"

Of wine with bitter hemlock steep'd - Francis Brett Young "Thamar (To Thamar Karsavina)"

Under the vast dominion of night - Francis Brett Young "Thamar (To Thamar Karsavina)"

Forlorn as that unlighted chamber - Francis Brett Young "Thamar (To Thamar Karsavina)"

The flame of Moloch's pyre - Francis Brett Young "Thamar (To Thamar Karsavina)"

That burned behind the bars of evening - Francis Brett Young "Thamar (To Thamar Karsavina)"

The javelin of the far-ravening levin - Francis Brett Young "Thamar (To Thamar Karsavina)"

In the roar of broken boulders split - Francis Brett Young "Thamar (To Thamar Karsavina)"

Under the appalling rending of glacier ice - Francis Brett Young "Thamar (To Thamar Karsavina)"

Downward to Tartarus at daybreak - Francis Brett Young "Thamar (To Thamar Karsavina)"

To the hollow heart of the storm - Francis Brett Young "Thamar (To Thamar Karsavina)"

A square of sky possess'd by the wind - Francis Brett Young "Thamar (To Thamar Karsavina)"

And invades their moonlit solitude - Francis Brett Young "Thamar (To Thamar Karsavina)"

Lit with one slow-burning flame - Francis Brett Young "Thamar (To Thamar Karsavina)"

Had bathed my burning eyes with milk - Francis Brett Young "Thamar (To Thamar Karsavina)"

Hooded cobra bound by hollow spells of sound - Francis Brett Young "Thamar (To Thamar Karsavina)"

Fast in chains of horror bound - Francis Brett Young "Thamar (To Thamar Karsavina)"

The burning eyes of a tiger barred - Francis Brett Young "Thamar (To Thamar Karsavina)"

The hiss of empty air swirling past - Francis Brett Young "Thamar (To Thamar Karsavina)"

The whirling dust of their dancing - Francis Brett Young "Thamar (To Thamar Karsavina)"

Where the fell fire of poison smoulders - Francis Brett Young "Thamar (To Thamar Karsavina)"

The roar of lonely torrents swelled - Francis Brett Young "Thamar (To Thamar Karsavina)"

In Cleopatra's stormy bacchanal - Francis Brett Young "To Lydia Lopokova: Her Variety"

With the red insurgence of the vine - Francis Brett Young "To Lydia Lopokova: Her Variety"

Awaken to frozen days and bitter nights - Francis Brett Young "Winter Sunset"


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