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George Sterling's Poetry, by first line

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  • Herewith is Beauty fashioned? Canst thou deem
    Her evanescent roses bourgeon save
    14 lines, 1 comment
  • We were eight fishers of the western sea,
    Who sailed our craft beside a barren land,
    104 lines
  • No cloud is on the heavens, and on the sea
    No sail: the immortal, solemn ocean lies
    14 lines, 2 comments
  • He stands beside the ocean of the Past,
    A diver. Pearls and hydras can she bring,
    14 lines, 1 comment
  • Tell me, O Night! what horses hale the moon!
    Those of the sun rear now on Syria's day,
    14 lines
  • I
    Within the stillness of the crypt he lay--
    34 lines
  • Aloof within the day's enormous dome,
    He holds unshared the silence of the sky.
    14 lines, 1 comment
  • KEEP ye her brow with starshine crost
    And bind with ghostly light her hair,
    36 lines
  • Sargon is dust, Semiramis a clod!
    In crypts profaned the moon at midnight peers;
    15 lines
  • How droops the troubled year
    And now her tiny sunset stains the leaf.
    20 lines, 1 comment
  • Thou art the star for which all evening waits--
    O star of peace, come tenderly and soon
    14 lines, 3 comments
  • The winter sunset fronts the North. . . .
    The light deserts the quiet sky. . . .
    651 lines, 1 comment
  • Without, the battlements of sunset shine,
    'Mid domes the sea-winds rear and overwhelm.
    211 lines
  • O Trees! so vast, so calm!
    Softly ye lay
    16 lines
  • Stand Fast! Though steel on clanging steel
    Make the contending turret reel;
    47 lines
  • I
    Thou seem’st to call to that which will not hear,
    62 lines
  • Ever as sinks the day on sea or land,
    Called or uncalled, you take your kindred posts.
    56 lines
  • Great on the west, ere darkness crush her domes,
    Wine-red the city of the sunset lies.
    32 lines, 1 comment
  • Lo! Thou hast granted us for Thee a name,
    But never, Lord, shall there be a name for this
    15 lines
  • Beyond the purple bay
    The drowsy winds awaken to delay.
    15 lines, 1 comment
  • The morning is ten thousand miles away.
    The winter night surrounds me, vast and cold
    32 lines
  • Twenty old men will sit around a table,
    To say if madness end!
    24 lines
  • Up to the House of Mammon, from dawn to sister dawn,
    Called by remembered voices the sons of men are drawn;
    44 lines
  • Mother, in some sad evening long ago,
    From thy young breast my groping lips were taken,
    24 lines
  • O’er Carmel fields in the springtime the sea-gulls follow the plow.
    48 lines
  • "Tell us, O Watchman, tell us of the Night!
        What tidings from the world's high parapet?"
    14 lines
  • "The Bones of Agamemnon are a show!"
        And only yesterday I held in hand
    14 lines
  • "Tis told of one whose feet awhile were led
        Thro' Paradise, that when this earth again
    15 lines
  • "Wherefore, thy woe these many years,
    O hermit by the sea?
    73 lines
  •         1698
    (Elder Davenport Speaks)
    96 lines
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