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MAURICE BARING

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Poems found: 99

AFTER SEEING 'ROMEO AND JULIET'

AFTER SEEING ROMEO AND JULIET

AND NOW THE FIRST COLD NUMBNESS OF THE BLOW

ANGUISH OF THOSE DAYS, THE DAYS THAT WERE

Aug-18

BEETHOVEN

BLACK PRINCE

BLOSSOM

CANDLEMAS

CIRCE

CIRCE

CLOWN

CONSCRIPT

DEAD SAMURAI TO DEATH

DEMOPHOON

DIFFUGERE NIVES, 1917

DIRGE FOR A POET

DIRGE FOR A POET

DOSTOYEVSKY

DUSK

DYING RESERVIST

ELEGY ON THE DEATH OF JULIET'S OWL

EPITAPH

EXILE

EXILE

GAILY HE RODE INTO LIFE'S TOURNAMENT

GASTON DE FOIX

GERMANY (HIER DARF ICH SEIN)

GREECE

HARVEST IN RUSSIA

I DARE NOT PRAY THEE, FOR THOU ART WORN

I DREAMED THAT I WAS LIFTED TO THE SKIES

I PICKED THIS CORNFLOWER IN THE RUSTLING RYE

I SAW YOU BY THE SUMMER CANDLELIGHT

I SAW YOU SHEPHERDING A FLOCK OF FLOWERS

I SAW YOU SMILING OVER BROKEN FLOWERS

I THINK GOD MADE YOU SOUL FOR BETTER THINGS

I WATCHED YOU IN THE DISTANCE TALL AND PALE

I. M. H

IN MEMORIAM, A.H.

ITALY

JULIAN GRENFELL

JUNE NIGHT IN RUSSIA

LE PRINCE ERRANT

LEIRIOESSA KALYX

MAHASENA

MOAN IN THE FORM OF A BALLADE

MOZART

MY LOVE IS GLAD AND STRONG AS THE SALT SEA

MY TREASURE AND MY RESTING-PLACE ARE FOUND

O STAR OF DAWN, DESCENDED FROM THE SPHERES

ON WATT'S PICTURE OF PAOLO AND FRANCESCA

ON WATTS' PICTURE OF PAOLA AND FRANCESCA

ONE DAY I HEARD A WHISPER: WHEREFORE WAIT

PALAMON TO EMELEY

PARCE QUE C'ETAIT ELLE; PARCE QUE C'ETAIT MOI

PHEDRE (SARAH BERNHARDT)

PIERRE

PROSERPINE

PULCHRITUDO

QUAND VOUS SEREZ BIEN VIEILLE

QUAND VOUS SEREZ BIEN VIELLE

RUSSIA

SEVILLE

SHALL I PRETEND THAT I NO MORE PERCEIVE

SHE IS A VESSEL OF MYSTERIOUS SNOW

SHELLEY

SIGURD (TO E.P.G)

SILVER ANGEL WITH SAD SABLE WINGS

SONG

SONG

SONG IS SIGHING IN THE BREEZE

SONG OF THE NAMELESS

SPRING FLOODS

SPRING FLOODS

THE CONSCRIPT

THE DEAD SAMURAI TO DEATH

TO E.S

TO H. B.

TO H. B. (WITH A BOOK OF VERSE)

TONIGHT THE THOUGHTS OF YOU DRIFT ROUND MY BED

TRIOLET

TRISTRAM AND ISEULT (1)

TRISTRAM AND ISEULT (2)

TWO TRIOLETS

VALE

VALE

VALE

VITA NUOVA

WAGNER

WE DRIFT APART NOR CAN WE QUITE FORGET

WE DRIFTED TO EACH OTHER LIKE TWO BIRDS

WORLD WAS WAITING FOR THE THUNDER'S BIRTH

WOUNDED

WOUNDED

WRITTEN TO A YOUNG LADY

WRITTEN TO A YOUNG LADY

YOU TOUCHED THE WOUND THAT WAS NO LONGER SORE

YOU WERE THE QUEEN OF THE EVENING, AND THE SKIES



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