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 Letter

My Love, and once again my Love,
And then no more until the end,
Until the waters cease to move,
Until we rest within the Ark,
And all is light which now is dark,
And loves can never more descend.
And yet-and yet be just to me
At least for manhood; for the whole
Love-current of a human soul,

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