Muriel Stuart
In The Orchard by Muriel Stuart

In The Orchard by Muriel Stuart

'I thought you loved me.' 'No, it was only fun.' 'When we stood there, closer than all?' 'Well, the harvest moon Was shining and queer in your hair, and it turned my head.' ...

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In The Orchard by Muriel Stuart

In The Orchard by Muriel Stuart

'I thought you loved me.' 'No, it was only fun.''When we stood there, closer than all?' 'Well, the harvest moonWas shining and queer in your hair, and it turned my head.''That ...

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At A Life’s End by Muriel Stuart

At A Life’s End by Muriel Stuart

COME here, rekindle the old fire, This last night leave no lamp unlit! In later days we twain shall sit, Remembering the joys of it,-- The warmth and sweetness of desire.Here, ere ...

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Madala Goes By The Orphanage by Muriel Stuart

Madala Goes By The Orphanage by Muriel Stuart

Unaware of its terror,And but half awareOf the world's beauty near her-Of sunlight on the stones,And trembling birds in the square,Lightly went Madala-A rose blown suddenlyFrom ...

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The Seed-Shop by Muriel Stuart

The Seed-Shop by Muriel Stuart

Here in a quiet and dusty room they lie, Faded as crumbled stone or shifting sand,Forlorn as ashes, shrivelled, scentless, dry - Meadows and gardens running through my hand.In ...

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Lady Hamilton by Muriel Stuart

Lady Hamilton by Muriel Stuart

Men wondered why I loved you, and none guessedHow sweet your slow, divine stupidity,Your look of earth, your sense of drowsy rest,So rich, so strange, so all unlike my sea.After ...

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Obsession by Muriel Stuart

Obsession by Muriel Stuart

I will not have roses in my room again,Nor listen to sonnets of Michael AngeloTo-night nor any night, nor fret my brainWith all the trouble of things that I should know.I will be ...

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Annunciation by Muriel Stuart

Annunciation by Muriel Stuart

'The lord appeared in a flame of fire out of the midst of a bush and behold, the bush burned with fire and the bush was not consumed.'-EXODOUS iii.2.When to your virgin heart, ...

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Leda by Muriel Stuart

Leda by Muriel Stuart

Do you remember, Leda?There are those who love, to whom Love bringsGreat gladness: such things have not I.Love looks and has no mercy, bringsLong doom to others. Such was I.Heart ...

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Man And His Makers by Muriel Stuart

Man And His Makers by Muriel Stuart

1.I am one of the wind's stories, I am a fancy of the rain,- A memory of the high noon's glories, The hint the sunset had of pain.2.They dreamed me as they dreamed all other; ...

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A Chicot by Muriel Stuart

A Chicot by Muriel Stuart

IN days of ancient history Who were you? Tell me if you know. Between your kisses answer me To-night, Chicot.Were you a faun by Castaly Tracking Urania or Clio? Or a white boy in ...

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Forgiveness by Muriel Stuart

Forgiveness by Muriel Stuart

ASK not my pardon! For if one hath need Once to forgive the god that he hath raised, No further creed Can that god give; but 'neath the soul who praised Lies bruised like a ...

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Christ At Carnival by Muriel Stuart

Christ At Carnival by Muriel Stuart

THE hand of carnival was at my door, I listened to its knocking, and sped down: Faith was forgotten, Duty led no more: I heard a wonton revelry in the town; The Carnival ran in my ...

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Forgotten Dead, I Salute You by Muriel Stuart

Forgotten Dead, I Salute You by Muriel Stuart

Dawn has flashed up the startled skies,Night has gone out beneath the hillMany sweet times; before our eyesDawn makes and unmakes about us stillThe magic that we call the rose.The ...

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Ave Et Vale by Muriel Stuart

Ave Et Vale by Muriel Stuart

FAREWELL is said! Yea, but I cannot take All that my Greeting gave. In you hath Hope her doom and Joy her grave; Still you go crowned with old imaginings, Clad in the purple that ...

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Change by Muriel Stuart

Change by Muriel Stuart

CHANGE shall accustom me in after years To kingdom's builded on life's overthrow; Onward with other poets I shall go, Unpraised of thee. though praised of all my peers, Until the ...

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After by Muriel Stuart

After by Muriel Stuart

WHEN, on an empty night in later years Thou ponderest over sorrowful sweet things, While troubling with cold hands the muted strings Of Memory's lute now silent in thine ears, ...

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Now by Muriel Stuart

Now by Muriel Stuart

TAKE as you will, slake, solace, and possess While Youth, with laughter, scatters tears that fall Sudden and shaken sometimes at your call; Pledge me in passion and in ...

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For Fasting Days by Muriel Stuart

For Fasting Days by Muriel Stuart

Are you my songs, importunate of praise?Be still, remember for your comfortingThat sweeter birds have had less leave to singBefore men piped them from their lonely ways.Greener ...

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A Song For Old Love by Muriel Stuart

A Song For Old Love by Muriel Stuart

There shall be a song for both of us that dayThough fools say you have long outlived your songs,And when, perhaps, because your hair is grey,You go unsung, to whom all praise ...

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Mrs. Effingham’s Swan Song by Muriel Stuart

Mrs. Effingham’s Swan Song by Muriel Stuart

I am growing old: I have kept youth too long,But I dare not let them know it now.I have done the heart of youth a grievous wrong,Danced it to dust, and drugged it with the ...

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Boys Bathing by Muriel Stuart

Boys Bathing by Muriel Stuart

Round them a fierce, wide, crazy noonHeaves with crushed lips and glowing sidesAgainst the huge and drowsy sun.Beneath them turn the glittering tidesWhere dizzy waters reel with ...

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Andromeda Unfettered by Muriel Stuart

Andromeda Unfettered by Muriel Stuart

ANDROMEDA.Chained to the years by the measureless wrong of man,Here I hang, here I suffer, here I cry,Since the light sprang forth from the dark, and the day began;Since the sky ...

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Possession by Muriel Stuart

Possession by Muriel Stuart

MOST blessed one, how can I let thee go? Canst thou forswear the nightingale its tune-- Stay the young sea from following his moon-- Bid hyacinth put out her blue light? Oh, Thou ...

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White Magic by Muriel Stuart

White Magic by Muriel Stuart

Is it not a wonderful thing to be able to force an astonished plant to bear rare flowers which are foreign to it. . . and to obtain a marvelous result from sap which, left to ...

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To The Old Gods by Muriel Stuart

To The Old Gods by Muriel Stuart

O YE, who rode the gales of Sicily, Sandalled with flame, Spread on the pirate winds; o ye who broke No wind-flower as ye came-- Though Pelion shivered when the thunder spoke The ...

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The Chalice Of Circe by Muriel Stuart

The Chalice Of Circe by Muriel Stuart

DRINK of our Cup--of the red wine that burns in it, All the wild shames that have crusted its mouth, Passion that twists in it, Madness that churns in it, Fever that yearns in it, ...

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Tintagel by Muriel Stuart

Tintagel by Muriel Stuart

DEAD man! will you ride with me, As you rode that night of yore, Will you ride with me, once more To Tintagel by the sea?When those savage words were said-- Words that ...

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The Dead Moment by Muriel Stuart

The Dead Moment by Muriel Stuart

THE world is changed between us, never more Shall the dawn rise and seek another mate Over the hill-tops; never can the shore Spread out her ragged tresses to the roar Of the sea ...

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Wild Geese Across The Moon by Muriel Stuart

Wild Geese Across The Moon by Muriel Stuart

REEDS, snake-like, coiled in the mist Where the low fog drives: The muddy cough of the stream that strives To free its throat from the clot of reed, As they fight it out the water ...

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The End Of Love by Muriel Stuart

The End Of Love by Muriel Stuart

WHO shall forget till his last hour be come,-- Until the useful service of the dust Hath drawn the emptying cerements in and in;-- Until the Earth hath eaten love and lust, Mirth, ...

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The Tryst by Muriel Stuart

The Tryst by Muriel Stuart

I raised the veil, I loosed the bands,I took the dead thing from its place.Like a warm stream in frozen landsMy lips went wandering on her face,My hands burnt in her hands.She ...

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In Praise Of Mandragora by Muriel Stuart

In Praise Of Mandragora by Muriel Stuart

O, MANDRAGORA, many sing in praise Of life, and death, and immortality,-- Of passion, that goes famished all her days,-- Of Faith, or fantasy; Thou, all unpraised, unsung, I ...

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The Wood And The Shore by Muriel Stuart

The Wood And The Shore by Muriel Stuart

The low bay melts into a ring of silver,And slips it on the shore's reluctant fingerThough in an hour the tide will turn, will tremble,Forsaking her because the moon persuades ...

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Shrift by Muriel Stuart

Shrift by Muriel Stuart

I am not true, but you would pardon thisIf you could see the tortured spirit takeIts place beside you in the dark, and breakYour daily food of love and kindliness.You'd guess the ...

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Enough by Muriel Stuart

Enough by Muriel Stuart

Did he forget? . . . I do not remember,All I had of him once I still have to-day;He was lovely to me as the word, 'amber,'As the taste of honey and the smell of hay.What if he ...

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Words by Muriel Stuart

Words by Muriel Stuart

Is it not brave to be a king, Techelles,-- Usumcasane and Theridamas, Is it not passing brave to be a king, And ride in triumph through Persepolis? --MARLOWEBring the great words ...

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In Memory Of Douglas Vernon Cow by Muriel Stuart

In Memory Of Douglas Vernon Cow by Muriel Stuart

THIS POEM, DEDICATED TO HIS MOTHER.To twilight heads comes Death as comes a friend.As with the gentle fading of the yearFades rose, folds leaf, falls fruit, and to their ...

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Thelus Wood by Muriel Stuart

Thelus Wood by Muriel Stuart

I came by night to Thelus wood,And though in dark and desperate placesStubborned with wire and brown with bloodUndaunted April crept and sewedHer violets in dead men's faces,And ...

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To—– by Muriel Stuart

To—– by Muriel Stuart

Between two common days this day was hungWhen Love went to the ending that was his;His seamless robe was rent, his bow was wrong,He took at last the sponge's bitter kiss.A simple ...

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The Fools by Muriel Stuart

The Fools by Muriel Stuart

BELOW, the street was hoarse with cries, With groan of carts and scuffling feet, With laughter worse than blasphemies, Was choked with dust and blind with heat, This room was ...

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The Balcony by Muriel Stuart

The Balcony by Muriel Stuart

A STREET at night, a silent square That mirth forbids; Whose windows, with drawn lips and narrowed lids, Resent the intruder's stare.Where winds are cautious in their play, ...

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To A Poet, Charles Bridges by Muriel Stuart

To A Poet, Charles Bridges by Muriel Stuart

THOU singest, thou, me seems, Coming from high Parnassus; where thy head Beside the silent streams, Among fast-fading blooms, hath fashioned A pillow of pale dreams; While from ...

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The Bellman by Muriel Stuart

The Bellman by Muriel Stuart

BRING out your dead before you reap From lips beloved infection dread; Above such brows ye dare not weep! Bring out your deadInto the street from breast or bed, Lest ye too sicken ...

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The Father by Muriel Stuart

The Father by Muriel Stuart

The evening found us whom the day had fled,Once more in bitter anger, you and I,Over some small, some foolish, trivial thingOur anger would not decently let die,But dragged ...

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Sic Transit by Muriel Stuart

Sic Transit by Muriel Stuart

'What did she leave?' . . .Only these hungry miser-words, poor heart!Not 'Did she love?' 'Did she suffer?' 'Was she sadFrom this green, bright and tossing world to part?'No word ...

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The Harebell by Muriel Stuart

The Harebell by Muriel Stuart

You give me no portent of impermanenceThough before sun goes you are long gone hence,Your bright, inherited crownWithered and fallen down.It seems that your blue immobilityHas ...

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The Cloudberry by Muriel Stuart

The Cloudberry by Muriel Stuart

Give me no coil of daemon flowers-Pale Messalines that faint and broodThrough the spent and secret twilight hoursOn their strange feasts of blood.Five me wild things of moss and ...

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The New Aspasia by Muriel Stuart

The New Aspasia by Muriel Stuart

If I have given myself to you, and you,And if these pale hands are not virginal,Nor these bright lips beneath your own lips true,What matters it? I do not stand nor fallBy your ...

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The Thief Of Beauty by Muriel Stuart

The Thief Of Beauty by Muriel Stuart

IThe mind is Beauty's thief, the poet takesThe golden spendthrift's trail among the bloomsWhere she stands tossing silver in the lakes,And twisting bright swift threads on airy ...

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