Digby Mackworth Dolben

(1848-1867 / England)

Digby Mackworth Dolben Poems

1. A Poem Without A Name I 9/13/2010
2. A Song Of Eighteen 9/13/2010
3. After Reading Aeschylus 9/13/2010
4. After Reading Homer 9/13/2010
5. Cave Of Somnus 9/13/2010
6. Christ, For Whose Only Love I Keep 9/13/2010
7. Dinae Munusculum 9/13/2010
8. Enough 9/13/2010
9. Far Above The Shaken Tree 9/13/2010
10. From Martial 9/13/2010
11. From The Cloister 9/13/2010
12. From The Great Poet's Lips I Thought To Take 9/13/2010
13. Good Friday 9/13/2010
14. He Would Have His Woman Sing 9/13/2010
15. In The Garden 9/13/2010
16. Last Words 9/13/2010
17. One Night I Dreamt 9/13/2010
18. Poppies 9/13/2010
19. Pro Castitate 9/13/2010
20. Methought, Through Many Years And Lands, 9/13/2010
21. On River Banks My Love Was Born 9/13/2010
22. Strange, All-Absorbing Love, Who Gatherest 9/13/2010
23. The Annunciation 9/13/2010
24. The Shrine 9/13/2010
25. The Lily 9/13/2010
26. We Hurry On, Nor Passing Note 9/13/2010
27. There Was One Who Walked In Shadow 9/13/2010
28. To -- 9/13/2010
29. Unto The Central Height Of Purple Rome,-- 9/13/2010
30. The Eternal Calvary 9/13/2010
31. On The Picture Of An Angel By Fra Angelico 9/13/2010
32. Good Night 9/13/2010
33. Dum Agonizatur Anima, Orent Assistentes 9/13/2010
34. Core 9/13/2010
35. A Song 9/13/2010
36. Amorem Sensus 9/13/2010
37. A Poem Without A Name Ii 9/13/2010
38. A Prayer 9/13/2010
39. A Sea Song 9/13/2010
40. Brevi Tempore Magnum Perfecit Opus 9/13/2010
Best Poem of Digby Mackworth Dolben

Beautiful, Oh Beautiful--

Beautiful, oh beautiful-
In all the mountain passes
The plenteous dowers of April showers,
Which every spring amasses,
To bring about thro' summer drought
The blossoming of the grasses.


Beautiful, oh beautiful-
The April of the ages,
Which sweetly brought its showers of thought
To poets and to sages,
Now stored away our thirst to stay
In ever-dewy pages.

Read the full of Beautiful, Oh Beautiful--

A Poem Without A Name Ii

I pray you this my song to take
Not scornfully, for Boyhood's sake;
It is the last, until the day
When your kind eyes shall bid me say
Take, Archie, not of mine but me,
And be mine only Poetry.

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