A Summer Sabbath Walk (James Grahame Poems)
Delightful is this loneliness; it calmsMy heart: pleasant the cool beneath these elms,That throw across the stream a moveless shade.Here ...
Delightful is this loneliness; it calmsMy heart: pleasant the cool beneath these elms,That throw across the stream a moveless shade.Here ...
Shake, shake the earth with giant tread, Thou red-maned Titian bold;For every step a man lies dead, A cottage hearth is cold.Take ...
Thus have I pictured her:—In Arden oldA white-browed maiden with a falcon eye,Rose-flushed of face, with locks of wind-blown gold,Teaching ...
I AM sitting alone and weary,By the hearth of my darkened room,And the low wind's miserere,Makes sadder the midnight gloom."There's ...
Out at Woodruff Place--afar From the city's glare and jar, With the leafy trees, instead Of the awnings, overhead; With the shadows cool and ...
Mute was the mighty organ. None might breakThe silence that had thralled it since was stilledThe master-hand beneath whose touch ...
Far otherwise, within the Median camp, Had passed the changeful night. In dreamless sleep, Three portions had gone by: but, ...
Ah, Needwood! I, whose early voiceTaught thy shrill echoes to rejoice;I, who first pour'd the sylvan songThy glades, thy banks, ...
But not all unprepared were found the Medes. With restless foot, Belesis through the night, Still to and fro had ...
The droning tram swings westward: shrillthe wire sings overhead, and chillmidwinter draughts rattle the glassthat shows the dusking way I ...
John B. Abrahams, Of Port Deposit, Aged 22 YearsHe giveth His beloved sleep.—Psalms 127:2From heaven's blue walls the splendid lightOf ...
To Thomas HempsteadThy lay—a sweet sung bridal hymn,Wedding the Old year to the New,'Mid starry buds, and silver dew,And brooks, ...
"BIND us the Morning, mother of the stars And of the winds that usher in the day! Ere her light ...
The Caucas lies before my feet! I stand where Glaciers gleam, beside a precipice rock-ribbed;An eagle that has soared from ...
TO THE LATE REV. JAMES POINDEXTER. Weep not! He is not dead- 'Though sepulchered, the tenement of clay, The severance ...
Her lips' remark was: "Oh, you kid!" Her soul spoke thus (I know it did): "O king of realms of ...
Thou leanest to the shell of night, Dear lady, a divining ear. In that soft choiring of delight What sound ...
How many dawns, chill from his rippling rest The seagull's wings shall dip and pivot him, Shedding white rings of ...
OR THE CONTENTED METAPHYSICIAN TO the lore of no manner of men Would his vision have yielded When he found ...
Dawn coming in over the fields of darkness takes me by surprise and I look up from my solitary road ...
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