Ode (Maria Gowen Brooks Poems)
Thou who wert born of Psyche and of LoveAnd fondly nurst on Poesy's warm breast Painting, oh, power adored! My country's sons ...
Thou who wert born of Psyche and of LoveAnd fondly nurst on Poesy's warm breast Painting, oh, power adored! My country's sons ...
Thou with the dark blue eye upturned to heaven,And cheek now pale, now warm with radiant glow, Daughter of God,--most dear,-- Come ...
These, as they change, Almighty Father, theseAre but the varied God. The rolling yearIs full of thee. Forth in the ...
I. "Encore un hymne, O ma lyre Un hymn pour le Seigneur, Un hymne dans mon delire, Un hymne dans mon bonheur." One hymn more, ...
I hear thy voice in the lonely pinesWhen the winds arise in their unknown lair;In the rush of waves in ...
How shall I praise Thee, Lord of light?How all thy generous love declare?Though earth is veil'd in shades of night,Thy ...
Oh, Friend! who hand in hand, o'er steep and vale,Along life's path still journeyest by my side,Content alike, if sorrow's ...
Muse not too much (o wight of worthy fame)At view of this my rude & ragged rime,I am almost enforst ...
1.HAIL , brilliant Fancy, wildly-pleasing power,Whose forms still vary with the changing hour;To worlds unseen thou wingst thy rapid flight,Through ...
THOU master of the tuneful art!Who only Nature can impart;Though on thy temples blooms the bayScorn not my gratulating lay.Describ'd ...
The Mighty Mother, and her son who brings The Smithfield muses to the ear of kings, I sing. Say you, ...
NOT a sound wak'd the air, not a leaf was in motion;As a mirror of glass was the bosom of ...
Thou, who when fears attackBidst them avaunt, and BlackCare, at the horseman's backPerching, unseatest;Sweet when the morn is gray;Sweet when ...
A FLOWER! Full many a day has gone,And many an hour has loitered on, Since I have ...
Just as I am, without one plea,But that Thy blood was shed for me,And that Thou bidst me come to ...
Thee, God, I come from, to thee go, All day long I like fountain flow From thy hand out, swayed ...
Thou bidst me come away, And I'll no longer stay, Than for to shed some tears For faults of former ...
I O THOU, that sit'st upon a throne, With harp of high majestic tone, To praise the King of kings; ...
Come, bright-eyed maid, Pure offspring of the tranquil mind, Haste, my fev'rish temples bind With olive wreaths of em'rald hue ...
O, for that warning voice, which he, who saw The Apocalypse, heard cry in Heaven aloud, Then when the Dragon, ...
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