James Elroy Flecker


James Elroy Flecker Poems

1. Felo De Se 4/15/2010
2. I Rose From Dreamless Hours.. 4/15/2010
3. Ideal 4/15/2010
4. Litany To Satan: From Baudelaire 4/15/2010
5. Pavlovna In London 4/15/2010
6. Rioupéroux 4/15/2010
7. The Ballad Of Hampstead Heath 4/15/2010
8. Invitation 4/15/2010
9. Gravis Dulcis Immutabilis 4/15/2010
10. A Western Voyage 4/15/2010
11. The Ballad Of The Student In The South 4/15/2010
12. The Ballad Of Zacho (A Greek Legend) 4/15/2010
13. The Sentimentalist 4/15/2010
14. The Town Without A Market 4/15/2010
15. Don Juan In Hell 4/15/2010
16. A Fragment 4/15/2010
17. A Miracle Of Bethlehem 4/15/2010
18. Fountains 4/15/2010
19. Lord Arnaldos 4/15/2010
20. Destroyer Of Ships, Men, Cities 4/15/2010
21. Oxford Canal 4/15/2010
22. Tenebris Interlucentem: V. Ii 4/15/2010
23. Santorin 4/15/2010
24. Pillage 4/15/2010
25. Prayer 4/15/2010
26. The Translator And The Children 4/15/2010
27. Oak And Olive 4/15/2010
28. Joseph And Mary 4/15/2010
29. The Ballad Of Camden Town 4/15/2010
30. Ballad Of The Londoner 4/15/2010
31. Brumana 4/15/2010
32. The Welsh Sea 4/15/2010
33. The Queen's Song 4/15/2010
34. The Masque Of The Magi 4/15/2010
35. Opportunity : From Machiavelli 4/15/2010
36. My Friend 4/15/2010
37. Mignon 4/15/2010
38. The First Sonnet Of Bathrolaire 4/15/2010
39. The Dying Patriot 4/15/2010
40. We That Were Friends 4/15/2010
Best Poem of James Elroy Flecker

The Golden Journey To Samarkand

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We who with songs beguile your pilgrimage
And swear that Beauty lives though lilies die,
We Poets of the proud old lineage
Who sing to find your hearts, we know not why, -

What shall we tell you? Tales, marvellous tales
Of ships and stars and isles where good men rest,
Where nevermore the rose of sunset pales,
And winds and shadows fall towards the West:

And there the world's first huge white-bearded kings
In dim glades sleeping, murmur in their sleep,
And closer round their breasts the ivy clings,
Cutting its pathway slow and...

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A Miracle Of Bethlehem

SCENE: A street of that village.
Three men with ropes, accosted by a stranger.
THE STRANGER

I pray you, tell me where you go
With heads averted from the skies,
And long ropes trailing in the snow,
And resolution in your eyes.

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