Potential Titles: Arthur Stringer
Jul. 1st, 2011 07:44 pmAnd faced the hushed infinity of night - Arthur Stringer "At Charing-Cross"
Quieter sky, aching with isolation absolute - Arthur Stringer "At Charing-Cross"
My heart called out for some befriending face - Arthur Stringer "At Charing-Cross"
Here amid the seething London tides - Arthur Stringer "At Charing-Cross"
Through their million-footed dirge of unconcern - Arthur Stringer "At Charing-Cross"
Glory in folly and fire and ruin - Arthur Stringer "Atavism"
In the sorrowful greys and muffled violets - Arthur Stringer "Autumn"
Through the mingled gloom and green - Arthur Stringer "Autumn"
Giving too freely of the fountaining sap - Arthur Stringer "Before Renewal"
An Orpheus wilder-souled - Arthur J. Stringer "Beethoven"
Have drunk deep of the well of bitterness - Arthur Stringer "Black Hours"
On my brow the iron crown of sorrow - Arthur Stringer "Black Hours"
Still vocal in their ocean depths - Arthur J. Stringer "Canada to England"
That would trample truth down in the dust - Arthur Stringer "The Children"
Beneath your whispering shadow - Arthur Stringer "The Day"
Turns its weary pinions home - Arthur Stringer "Dedication [Hephaestus, Persephone at Enna, and Sappho in Leucadia]"
As through the waning gold I come - Arthur Stringer "Dedication [Hephaestus, Persephone at Enna, and Sappho in Leucadia]"
To where the Dream and Dreamer meet - Arthur Stringer "Dedication [Hephaestus, Persephone at Enna, and Sappho in Leucadia]"
A ghost of blood and granite - Arthur Stringer "Dreamers"
As Demeter mourned through many-fountained Enna - Arthur Stringer "Hephaestus"
As the dark pine forgoes the pilgrim thrush - Arthur Stringer "Hephaestus"
This surging bosom soft with dreams - Arthur Stringer "Hephaestus"
Fashioned of Aegean foam and languorous moonlight - Arthur Stringer "Hephaestus"
And so I give you but the hollow lute - Arthur Stringer "Hephaestus"
The lamp I give, but not the glimmering flame - Arthur Stringer "Hephaestus"
Blown and tossed by tides no god controls - Arthur Stringer "Hephaestus"
Dream-besieged, made dawn and midnight one - Arthur Stringer "Hephaestus"
A chamber it were best to leave untrod - Arthur Stringer "Hephaestus"
The word that silences the timorous nightingale - Arthur Stringer "Hephaestus"
The touch that wakens strings too frail for hands - Arthur Stringer "Hephaestus"
A swan that sings its broken life away - Arthur Stringer "Hephaestus"
Then mourn for evermore life's silent throats - Arthur Stringer "Hephaestus"
To some dusk underworld enchaining you - Arthur Stringer "Hephaestus"
Of vast endeavour and the dust of strife - Arthur Stringer "Hephaestus"
I am through with regret - Arthur Stringer "Hill-Top Hours"
No more shall I kennel with pain - Arthur Stringer "Hill-Top Hours"
Sour with the reek of the years - Arthur Stringer "Hill-Top Hours"
A tatter of sail in the wind - Arthur Stringer "Hill-Top Hours"
A tangle of net on the sand - Arthur Stringer "Hill-Top Hours"
This haunted room where Sorrow and I have slept - Arthur Stringer "The House of Life"
The hunter who makes the world his prey - Arthur Stringer "Hunter and Hunted"
When the huddling shadows swarm - Arthur Stringer "Hunter and Hunted"
A moth alit on the sun-dial's face - Arthur Stringer "I Sat in the Sunlight"
The call of the ages whispers and the countless ghosts awaken - Arthur Stringer "If I Love You"
Through the umber woods the echo falls - Arthur Stringer "The Last of Summer"
The sigh of remembered names, the wine of remembered youth - Arthur Stringer "Letters from Home"
The outland peace of the trail that never turns back - Arthur Stringer "Letters from Home"
The arms of the Far-away have drawn us close - Arthur Stringer "Letters from Home"
Out of the dead that is proved not dead - Arthur Stringer "Letters from Home"
Ten dark steps of tangled rapture and tears - Arthur Stringer "Life"
My arm could fling Time from His throne - Arthur Stringer "Life-Drunk"
The infinite orbits of all God's loneliest stars - Arthur Stringer "Life-Drunk"
Weaving vast traceries out on the fringes of Night - Arthur Stringer "Life-Drunk"
This slenderest thread of one thin pulse - Arthur Stringer "The Life on the Table"
Garnered nothing but a dream or two - Arthur Stringer "The Man of Dreams"
Have lived in earlier worlds unknown - Arthur Stringer "March Twilight"
Querulous ghosts that sigh and awaken and move - Arthur Stringer "March Twilight"
That must dare and endure and defy and survive - Arthur Stringer "The Meaning"
That guides and derides and controls and outlives - Arthur Stringer "The Meaning"
The scent of the milkweed brings it back - Arthur Stringer "Milkweed"
Back with a strangle of tears - Arthur Stringer "Milkweed"
So I followed where thought should lead - Arthur Stringer "My Heart Stood Empty"
Out of the drifting leaf and the dying light - Arthur Stringer "The Passing"
This white-houred noon and alien sun - Arthur Stringer "Persephone"
Unknown in Death's gray Underworld - Arthur Stringer "Persephone"
Only whispered by restless Shades - Arthur Stringer "Persephone"
By sullen noon on ashen days and desolation - Arthur Stringer "Persephone"
And sweeping on to any maddened end - Arthur Stringer "Persephone"
Scaling some crystal stairway to the Sun - Arthur Stringer "Persephone"
Sad-aisled avenues of evening stars - Arthur Stringer "Persephone"
All the dreaming Long Ago lies wide and luring - Arthur Stringer "Persephone"
Through moonlight and silence and dusk - Arthur Stringer "The Pilot"
With his grim eyes watching the course - Arthur Stringer "The Pilot"
Dust and ruin and emptiness left behind - Arthur Stringer "Prescience"
I have threaded narrows, and I have passed thorugh perils - Arthur Stringer "Protestations"
The lucid moment and the shadow across the lintel - Arthur Stringer "The Question"
Then song turns sour on my lips - Arthur Stringer "The Question"
Throw off the shackles and chains of time - Arthur Stringer "The Revolt"
Like wine with honey made too sweet - Arthur Stringer "Sappho in Leucadia"
Letting life's twilight sands glide thro' the glass - Arthur Stringer "Sappho in Leucadia"
From Life's gray towers of many-tongued Regret - Arthur Stringer "Sappho in Leucadia"
Too sadly troubled with its wind of change - Arthur Stringer "Sappho in Leucadia"
And now full-grown and gaunt they stalk me - Arthur Stringer "Sappho in Leucadia"
And only ghosts of old pale Sorrows walk - Arthur Stringer "Sappho in Leucadia"
From this poor broken twilight to rebuild the Dawn - Arthur Stringer "Sappho in Leucadia"
From Love's ashes to re-dream the flower - Arthur Stringer "Sappho in Leucadia"
What wave withholds itself for sighs of broken reeds - Arthur Stringer "Sappho in Leucadia"
When strange dreams make deep the idle hour - Arthur Stringer "Sappho in Leucadia"
Starred the hills of grief with primrose faith - Arthur Stringer "Sappho in Leucadia"
Beyond the cypress twilight and the hemlock gloom - Arthur Stringer "Sappho in Leucadia"
Searching for the tomb of muted Song - Arthur Stringer "Sappho's Tomb"
In a cavern where no sound is - Arthur Stringer "Sappho's Tomb"
Over-scored with faded words and stained with time - Arthur Stringer "Sappho's Tomb"
When that ashen land was young - Arthur Stringer "Sappho's Tomb"
Out of their dust they will call to us yet - Arthur Stringer "Some Day, O Seeker of Dreams"
That ultimate essence and core of all song - Arthur Stringer "Some Day, O Seeker of Dreams"
Our December estranged by a song - Arthur J. Stringer "A Song in Autumn"
Stood bathed in a wonder crowned with pain - Arthur Stringer "Spring Floods"
Will house in my haunted heart - Arthur Stringer "Spring Floods"
Twisting earth's iron to their use - Arthur Stringer "The Steel Workers"
Out of the fury and the fires of mortal passion - Arthur Stringer "The Steel Workers"
Out of the torture and tumult of inchoate Time - Arthur Stringer "The Steel Workers"
Golden and sad and full of regret - Arthur Stringer "A Summer Night"
That had sighed to her light of old - Arthur Stringer "A Summer Night"
To crumble a dream, and fashion the pebbles of fancy - Arthur Stringer "The Surrender"
That the tides of time may cover - Arthur Stringer "The Surrender"
The ocean that thunders upon man's soul - Arthur Stringer "The Surrender"
Solace and hope in the upturned loam - Arthur Stringer "There Is Strength in the Soil"
Nor can I find peace in the shadows - Arthur Stringer "Ultimata"
Invades even my dreams and wounds me in sleep - Arthur Stringer "Ultimata"
Early and late and forever cries out - Arthur Stringer "Ultimata"
The turn in the road is a promise - Arthur Stringer "Ultimata"
The twilight is thronged with her ghosts - Arthur Stringer "Ultimata"
Cry out through my desolate heart - Arthur Stringer "Ultimata"
That goes unbridled to the depths of Hell - Arthur Stringer "The Veil"
That sings in the sun to the brink of Heaven - Arthur Stringer "The Veil"
Tossed you the spindrift born of its fretting - Arthur Stringer "The Veil"
Bastioned in wonder and silent with fear - Arthur Stringer "The Veil"
Afraid of the wind, afraid of the truth - Arthur Stringer "What Shall I Care?"
With his heel on the neck of Hate - Arthur Stringer "What Shall I Care?"
With his fist in the face of Death - Arthur Stringer "What Shall I Care?"
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Quieter sky, aching with isolation absolute - Arthur Stringer "At Charing-Cross"
My heart called out for some befriending face - Arthur Stringer "At Charing-Cross"
Here amid the seething London tides - Arthur Stringer "At Charing-Cross"
Through their million-footed dirge of unconcern - Arthur Stringer "At Charing-Cross"
Glory in folly and fire and ruin - Arthur Stringer "Atavism"
In the sorrowful greys and muffled violets - Arthur Stringer "Autumn"
Through the mingled gloom and green - Arthur Stringer "Autumn"
Giving too freely of the fountaining sap - Arthur Stringer "Before Renewal"
An Orpheus wilder-souled - Arthur J. Stringer "Beethoven"
Have drunk deep of the well of bitterness - Arthur Stringer "Black Hours"
On my brow the iron crown of sorrow - Arthur Stringer "Black Hours"
Still vocal in their ocean depths - Arthur J. Stringer "Canada to England"
That would trample truth down in the dust - Arthur Stringer "The Children"
Beneath your whispering shadow - Arthur Stringer "The Day"
Turns its weary pinions home - Arthur Stringer "Dedication [Hephaestus, Persephone at Enna, and Sappho in Leucadia]"
As through the waning gold I come - Arthur Stringer "Dedication [Hephaestus, Persephone at Enna, and Sappho in Leucadia]"
To where the Dream and Dreamer meet - Arthur Stringer "Dedication [Hephaestus, Persephone at Enna, and Sappho in Leucadia]"
A ghost of blood and granite - Arthur Stringer "Dreamers"
As Demeter mourned through many-fountained Enna - Arthur Stringer "Hephaestus"
As the dark pine forgoes the pilgrim thrush - Arthur Stringer "Hephaestus"
This surging bosom soft with dreams - Arthur Stringer "Hephaestus"
Fashioned of Aegean foam and languorous moonlight - Arthur Stringer "Hephaestus"
And so I give you but the hollow lute - Arthur Stringer "Hephaestus"
The lamp I give, but not the glimmering flame - Arthur Stringer "Hephaestus"
Blown and tossed by tides no god controls - Arthur Stringer "Hephaestus"
Dream-besieged, made dawn and midnight one - Arthur Stringer "Hephaestus"
A chamber it were best to leave untrod - Arthur Stringer "Hephaestus"
The word that silences the timorous nightingale - Arthur Stringer "Hephaestus"
The touch that wakens strings too frail for hands - Arthur Stringer "Hephaestus"
A swan that sings its broken life away - Arthur Stringer "Hephaestus"
Then mourn for evermore life's silent throats - Arthur Stringer "Hephaestus"
To some dusk underworld enchaining you - Arthur Stringer "Hephaestus"
Of vast endeavour and the dust of strife - Arthur Stringer "Hephaestus"
I am through with regret - Arthur Stringer "Hill-Top Hours"
No more shall I kennel with pain - Arthur Stringer "Hill-Top Hours"
Sour with the reek of the years - Arthur Stringer "Hill-Top Hours"
A tatter of sail in the wind - Arthur Stringer "Hill-Top Hours"
A tangle of net on the sand - Arthur Stringer "Hill-Top Hours"
This haunted room where Sorrow and I have slept - Arthur Stringer "The House of Life"
The hunter who makes the world his prey - Arthur Stringer "Hunter and Hunted"
When the huddling shadows swarm - Arthur Stringer "Hunter and Hunted"
A moth alit on the sun-dial's face - Arthur Stringer "I Sat in the Sunlight"
The call of the ages whispers and the countless ghosts awaken - Arthur Stringer "If I Love You"
Through the umber woods the echo falls - Arthur Stringer "The Last of Summer"
The sigh of remembered names, the wine of remembered youth - Arthur Stringer "Letters from Home"
The outland peace of the trail that never turns back - Arthur Stringer "Letters from Home"
The arms of the Far-away have drawn us close - Arthur Stringer "Letters from Home"
Out of the dead that is proved not dead - Arthur Stringer "Letters from Home"
Ten dark steps of tangled rapture and tears - Arthur Stringer "Life"
My arm could fling Time from His throne - Arthur Stringer "Life-Drunk"
The infinite orbits of all God's loneliest stars - Arthur Stringer "Life-Drunk"
Weaving vast traceries out on the fringes of Night - Arthur Stringer "Life-Drunk"
This slenderest thread of one thin pulse - Arthur Stringer "The Life on the Table"
Garnered nothing but a dream or two - Arthur Stringer "The Man of Dreams"
Have lived in earlier worlds unknown - Arthur Stringer "March Twilight"
Querulous ghosts that sigh and awaken and move - Arthur Stringer "March Twilight"
That must dare and endure and defy and survive - Arthur Stringer "The Meaning"
That guides and derides and controls and outlives - Arthur Stringer "The Meaning"
The scent of the milkweed brings it back - Arthur Stringer "Milkweed"
Back with a strangle of tears - Arthur Stringer "Milkweed"
So I followed where thought should lead - Arthur Stringer "My Heart Stood Empty"
Out of the drifting leaf and the dying light - Arthur Stringer "The Passing"
This white-houred noon and alien sun - Arthur Stringer "Persephone"
Unknown in Death's gray Underworld - Arthur Stringer "Persephone"
Only whispered by restless Shades - Arthur Stringer "Persephone"
By sullen noon on ashen days and desolation - Arthur Stringer "Persephone"
And sweeping on to any maddened end - Arthur Stringer "Persephone"
Scaling some crystal stairway to the Sun - Arthur Stringer "Persephone"
Sad-aisled avenues of evening stars - Arthur Stringer "Persephone"
All the dreaming Long Ago lies wide and luring - Arthur Stringer "Persephone"
Through moonlight and silence and dusk - Arthur Stringer "The Pilot"
With his grim eyes watching the course - Arthur Stringer "The Pilot"
Dust and ruin and emptiness left behind - Arthur Stringer "Prescience"
I have threaded narrows, and I have passed thorugh perils - Arthur Stringer "Protestations"
The lucid moment and the shadow across the lintel - Arthur Stringer "The Question"
Then song turns sour on my lips - Arthur Stringer "The Question"
Throw off the shackles and chains of time - Arthur Stringer "The Revolt"
Like wine with honey made too sweet - Arthur Stringer "Sappho in Leucadia"
Letting life's twilight sands glide thro' the glass - Arthur Stringer "Sappho in Leucadia"
From Life's gray towers of many-tongued Regret - Arthur Stringer "Sappho in Leucadia"
Too sadly troubled with its wind of change - Arthur Stringer "Sappho in Leucadia"
And now full-grown and gaunt they stalk me - Arthur Stringer "Sappho in Leucadia"
And only ghosts of old pale Sorrows walk - Arthur Stringer "Sappho in Leucadia"
From this poor broken twilight to rebuild the Dawn - Arthur Stringer "Sappho in Leucadia"
From Love's ashes to re-dream the flower - Arthur Stringer "Sappho in Leucadia"
What wave withholds itself for sighs of broken reeds - Arthur Stringer "Sappho in Leucadia"
When strange dreams make deep the idle hour - Arthur Stringer "Sappho in Leucadia"
Starred the hills of grief with primrose faith - Arthur Stringer "Sappho in Leucadia"
Beyond the cypress twilight and the hemlock gloom - Arthur Stringer "Sappho in Leucadia"
Searching for the tomb of muted Song - Arthur Stringer "Sappho's Tomb"
In a cavern where no sound is - Arthur Stringer "Sappho's Tomb"
Over-scored with faded words and stained with time - Arthur Stringer "Sappho's Tomb"
When that ashen land was young - Arthur Stringer "Sappho's Tomb"
Out of their dust they will call to us yet - Arthur Stringer "Some Day, O Seeker of Dreams"
That ultimate essence and core of all song - Arthur Stringer "Some Day, O Seeker of Dreams"
Our December estranged by a song - Arthur J. Stringer "A Song in Autumn"
Stood bathed in a wonder crowned with pain - Arthur Stringer "Spring Floods"
Will house in my haunted heart - Arthur Stringer "Spring Floods"
Twisting earth's iron to their use - Arthur Stringer "The Steel Workers"
Out of the fury and the fires of mortal passion - Arthur Stringer "The Steel Workers"
Out of the torture and tumult of inchoate Time - Arthur Stringer "The Steel Workers"
Golden and sad and full of regret - Arthur Stringer "A Summer Night"
That had sighed to her light of old - Arthur Stringer "A Summer Night"
To crumble a dream, and fashion the pebbles of fancy - Arthur Stringer "The Surrender"
That the tides of time may cover - Arthur Stringer "The Surrender"
The ocean that thunders upon man's soul - Arthur Stringer "The Surrender"
Solace and hope in the upturned loam - Arthur Stringer "There Is Strength in the Soil"
Nor can I find peace in the shadows - Arthur Stringer "Ultimata"
Invades even my dreams and wounds me in sleep - Arthur Stringer "Ultimata"
Early and late and forever cries out - Arthur Stringer "Ultimata"
The turn in the road is a promise - Arthur Stringer "Ultimata"
The twilight is thronged with her ghosts - Arthur Stringer "Ultimata"
Cry out through my desolate heart - Arthur Stringer "Ultimata"
That goes unbridled to the depths of Hell - Arthur Stringer "The Veil"
That sings in the sun to the brink of Heaven - Arthur Stringer "The Veil"
Tossed you the spindrift born of its fretting - Arthur Stringer "The Veil"
Bastioned in wonder and silent with fear - Arthur Stringer "The Veil"
Afraid of the wind, afraid of the truth - Arthur Stringer "What Shall I Care?"
With his heel on the neck of Hate - Arthur Stringer "What Shall I Care?"
With his fist in the face of Death - Arthur Stringer "What Shall I Care?"
Poet's Wikipedia page.
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