42 submissions for this volume. There are 33 submissions of Quatrains,
and 9 Sonnets.
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Shall she come down, and on our level stand?
Nay; God forbid it! May a mother's eyes--
4 lines
Once only did the Angel stir
The pool, whereat She paused in pain:
4 lines
The Power that lifts the leaf above
And sends the root below,
4 lines
All night a rose, with budding warmth aglow,
Above a sleeper's dreamful visage hung,
14 lines
So sweet to tired mortality the night
Of Life's laborious day,
4 lines
'T is not what I am fain to hide,
That doth in deepest darkness dwell,
4 lines
So long am I a prisoner
As Time and Thought surround me here:
4 lines
When palsied at the pool of Thought
The Poet's words were found,
4 lines
We know thee not, save that when thou art gone,
Thy sister, Beauty, follows in thy train,
4 lines
First go-between in fallen man's defence,
To shield, or share his blame.
4 lines
Dumb Silence and her sightless sister Sleep
Glide, mistlike, through the deepening Vale of Night;
4 lines
High on the hoary mountain-top he dwelt
Alone with God, whose handiwork above
14 lines
A sea wherein the rivers of all sound
Their streams incessant pour,
4 lines
As still upon the prophet shone
A light, when God himself was gone,
4 lines
A boat unmoored, wherein a dreamer lies,
The slumberous waves low-lisping of a land
4 lines
Sing me no more, sweet warbler, for the dart
Of joy is keener than the flash of pain:
4 lines
Their noonday never knows
What names immortal are:
4 lines
Apart, of death and silence we,
The fittest emblems found,
4 lines
The night so long to Grief,
The day to Joy so brief,
4 lines
Where silence broods on ruin, thou alone,
Sweet oracle, in rippling numbers low,
14 lines
O leaf, against the twilight seen,
Move not; for at thy side
4 lines
Shelley, the ceaseless music of thy soul
Breathes in the Cloud and in the Skylark's song,
14 lines
So let me in thy heaven of thought appear,
As doth a twilight star--
4 lines
O'er each the soul of Beauty flung
A shadow mingled with the breath
4 lines
Resistance to its pinions light
Uplifts the bird in airy flight;
4 lines
O bubble, break! All heaven thou hast
Unsullied in thy heart!
4 lines
Of tribes that in the desert fell
The wandering souls are we--
4 lines
All that thou art not, makes not up the sum
Of what thou art, beloved, unto me:
4 lines
Columbus-like, I sailed into the night,
The sunset gold to find:
4 lines
New blossoms from the selfsame earth,
Beneath the selfsame skies;
4 lines
The calm horizon circles only me,
The centre of its measureless embrace,--
4 lines
Why stand ye idle, blossoms bright,
The livelong summer day?
4 lines
Where limpid waters lie between,
There only heaven to heaven is seen:
4 lines
What was thy dream, sweet Morning? for, behold,
Thine eyes are heavy with the balm of night,
14 lines
Upon the Isle of Time we trace
The signs of many a vanished race:
4 lines
Mute oracle of meek humanity,
Save to its sense of blindness wholly blind,
14 lines
Behold, whatever wind prevail,
Slow westering, a phantom sail--
4 lines
Godlike beneath his grave divinities,
The last of all their worshippers, he stood.
14 lines
O pilgrim, ever yearning for the East,
What fate before thee lies?
4 lines
Sad spirit, swathed in brief mortality,
Of Fate and fervid fantasies the prey,
14 lines
Against the night, a champion bright,
The glow-worm, lifts a spear of light;
4 lines
"I feel the flowers growing over me."
Prophetic thought! Behold, no cypress gloom
14 lines
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