What silence rules the ghostly hours That guard the close of human sleep!
O Space and Time and stars at strife, How dreadful your infinity! Shrined by your termless trinity, How strange, how terrible, is life! (“The Testimo… - George Sterling
O Space and Time and stars at strife, How dreadful your infinity! Shrined by your termless trinity, How strange, how terrible, is life! (“The Testimo…
- George Sterling
Let him who is worthy by reason of his clear eye and unjaded heart wander across these borders of beauty and mystery and be glad. - George Sterling
Let him who is worthy by reason of his clear eye and unjaded heart wander across these borders of beauty and mystery and be glad.
Thy Banners gleam a little, and are furled; Against thy turrets surge His phantom tow'rs; Drugged with his Opiates the nations nod, Refusing still th… - George Sterling
Thy Banners gleam a little, and are furled; Against thy turrets surge His phantom tow'rs; Drugged with his Opiates the nations nod, Refusing still th…
Within its gates I heard the sound Of winds in cypress caverns caught Of huddling tress that moaned, and sought To whisper what their roots had found… - George Sterling
Within its gates I heard the sound Of winds in cypress caverns caught Of huddling tress that moaned, and sought To whisper what their roots had found…
And starward drifts the stricken world, Lone in unalterable gloom Dead, with a universe for tomb, Dark, and to vaster darkness whirled. (“The Testimo… - George Sterling
And starward drifts the stricken world, Lone in unalterable gloom Dead, with a universe for tomb, Dark, and to vaster darkness whirled. (“The Testimo…
And fragile is thy tenure of this world Still haunted by the monstrous ghost of God. ("To Science") - George Sterling
And fragile is thy tenure of this world Still haunted by the monstrous ghost of God. ("To Science")
What silence rules the ghostly hours That guard the close of human sleep! - George Sterling
As a breath on glass, - As witch-fires that burn, The gods and monsters pass, Are dust, and return. (“The Face of the Skies”) - George Sterling
As a breath on glass, - As witch-fires that burn, The gods and monsters pass, Are dust, and return. (“The Face of the Skies”)
The cool, grey city of love. - George Sterling
The cool, grey city of love.
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