The Morning Kindles All the Sky (Augusta Treverorum Poems)
The morning kindles all the sky,The heavens resound with anthems high,The shining angels as they speed,Proclaim, "The Lord is risen ...
The morning kindles all the sky,The heavens resound with anthems high,The shining angels as they speed,Proclaim, "The Lord is risen ...
All that's not love is the dearth of my days, The leaves of the volume with rubric unwrit, The temple ...
That man is truly great, and he alone Who venerates, of present things or pastThe absolute only,-is ...
HIS MIND alone is kingly who (though one) But venerates of present things or pastWhat he believeth good, kneeling ...
GOD SAVE OUR GRACIOUS KING. (It seemsThe Church is full of bygone dreams.)LONG LIVE OUR NOBLE KING. (My own,'Tis ...
Yes, the Year is growing old, And his eye is pale and bleared! Death, with frosty hand and cold, Plucks ...
So here's your Empire. No more wine, then? Good. We'll clear the Aides and khitmatgars away. (You'll know that fat ...
Back from the line one night in June, I gave a dinner at Bethune- Seven courses, the most gorgeous meal ...
Even under the bright sky the anthems of the brass bands the applause of this community as the veterans marched ...
To the Almighty on his radiant Throne, Let endless Hallelujas rise! Praise Him, ye wondrous Heights to us unknown, Praise ...
The groves were God's first temples. Ere man learned To hew the shaft, and lay the architrave, And spread the ...
Rose-maiden, no, I do not quarrel With these dear chains, they don't demean. The nightingale embushed in laurel, The sylvan ...
The business and blessedness of glorified saints. Rev. 7:13ff. "What happy men, or angels, these, That all their robes are ...
A BATTER'D, wreck'd old man, Thrown on this savage shore, far, far from home, Pent by the sea, and dark ...
O'erwhelming sorrow now demands my song: From death the overwhelming sorrow sprung. What flowing tears? What hearts with grief opprest? ...
Who taught thee conflict with the pow'rs of night, To vanquish satan in the fields of light? Who strung thy ...
All that's not love is the dearth of my days, The leaves of the volume with rubric unwrit, The temple ...
A lot of us were on the bark: Some framed a sail for windy weather, The others strongly and together ...
Hence, vain deluding Joys, ............The brood of Folly without father bred! How little you bested ............Or fill the fixed mind ...
IT was the Winter wilde, While the Heav'n-born-childe, All meanly wrapt in the rude manger lies; Nature in aw to ...
Perplexed and troubled at his bad success The Tempter stood, nor had what to reply, Discovered in his fraud, thrown ...
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