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Louise Imogen Guiney's Poetry, by title

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  • A Footnote to a Famous Lyric
    TRUE love’s own talisman, which here
    Shakespeare and Sidney failed to teach,
    43 lines
  • A Friend's Song for Simoisius
    The breath of dew, and twilight's grace,
    Be on the lonely battle-place;
    42 lines
  • A Salutation
    High-hearted Surrey! I do love your ways,
    Venturous, frank, romantic, vehement,
    14 lines
  • A Seventeenth-Century Song
    She alone of Shepherdesses
    With her blue disdayning eyes,
    28 lines
  • A Song of the Lilac
    Above the wall that's broken,
    And from the coppice thinned,
    16 lines
  • Among the Flags
    In Doric Hall, Massachussetts State House
    Dear witnesses, all-luminous, eloquent,
    15 lines
  • Brook Farm
    Down the long road, bent and brown,
    Youth, that dearly loves a vision,
    24 lines
  • Fog
    Like bodiless water passing in a sigh,
    Thro' palsied streets the fatal shadows flow,
    14 lines
  • Friendship Broken
    I
    We chose the faint chill morning, friend and friend,
    30 lines
  • In Leinster
    I TRY to knead and spin, but my life is low the while.
    Oh, I long to be alone, and walk abroad a mile;
    13 lines
  • In the Reading-Room of the British Museum
    Praised be the moon of books! that doth above
    A world of men, the fallen Past behold,
    14 lines
  • Irish Peasant Song
    I TRY to knead and spin, but my life is low the while,
    Oh, I long to be alone, and walk abroad a mile;
    13 lines
  • Martyr’s Memorial
    SUCH natural debts of love our Oxford knows,
    So many ancient dues undesecrate,
    13 lines
  • Nocturne
    The sun that hurt his lovers from on high
    Is fallen; she more merciful is nigh,
    12 lines
  • Ode for a Master Mariner Ashore
    THERE in his room, whene’er the moon looks in,
    And silvers now a shell, and now a fin,
    70 lines
  • Of Joan's Youth
    I would unto my fair restore
    A simple thing:
    14 lines
  • On First Entering Westminster Abbey
    Thabor of England! since my light is short
    And faint, O rather by the sun anew
    14 lines
  • Open, Time
    Open, Time, and let him pass
    Shortly where his feet would be!
    28 lines
  • Pax Paganica
    GOOD oars, for Arnold’s sake,
    By Laleham lightly bound,
    16 lines
  • Peter Rugg the Bostonian
    I
    The mare is pawing by the oak,
    199 lines
  • Saint Florent-le-Vieil
    The spacious open vale, the vale of doom,
    Is full of autumn sunset; blue and strong
    14 lines
  • Sanctuary
    HIGH above hate I dwell:
    O storms! farewell.
    20 lines
  • Summum Bonum
    Waiting on Him who knows us and our need,
    Most need have we to dare not, nor desire,
    14 lines
  • Sunday Chimes in the City
    Across the bridge, where in the morning blow
    The wrinkled tide turns homeward, and is fain
    14 lines, 2 comments
  • The Atoning Yesterday
    Ye daffodilian days, whose fallen towers
    Shielded our paradisal prime from ill,
    14 lines
  • The Kings
    A man said unto his Angel:
    "My spirits are fallen low,
    48 lines
  • The Lights of London
    The evenfall, so slow on hills, hath shot
    Far down into the valley's cold extreme,
    14 lines
  • The Vigil-at-Arms
    Keep holy watch with silence, prayer, and fasting
    Till morning break, and all the bugles play;
    8 lines
  • The Wild Ride
    I hear in my heart, I hear in its ominous pulses,
    All day, on the road, the hoofs of invisible horses,
    22 lines
  • Tryste Noel
      The Ox he openeth wide the Doore
        And from the Snowe he calls her inne,
    28 lines
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