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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