Yesterday, To-day, and For Ever: Book X. – The Millennial Sabbath (Edward Henry Bickersteth Poems)
A Sabbath morn — softly the village bellsRing out their welcome to the sacred day.The weary swain has drunk of ...
A Sabbath morn — softly the village bellsRing out their welcome to the sacred day.The weary swain has drunk of ...
YOU go down shade to the river, where naked men sit on flat brown rocks, to watch the ferry, in ...
Fear! I'm a Greek, and how should I fear death?A slave, and wherefore should I dread my freedom?I will not ...
In Fanscomb Barn (who knows not Fanscomb Barn?) Seated between the sides of rising Hills, Whose airy Tops o'erlook the ...
I've sung of Honor's golden hair And Hero's auburn tresses,Of Bella's back abundance, where The sun throws his ...
The earth, still heavy and warm with afternoon,Dazed by the moon:The earth, tormented with the moon's light,Wandering in the night:La, ...
You are disappointed? You thought that in peace weWould part to the sound of a requiem, a swan-song?You counted on ...
I see thine image through my tears to-night,And yet to-day I saw thee smiling. HowRefer the cause?—Beloved, is it thouOr ...
The Bell in the convent tower swung. High overhead the great sun hung, A navel for the curving sky. The ...
How beautiful is the rain! After the dust and heat, In the broad and fiery street, In the narrow lane, ...
Well, they are gone, and here must I remain, This lime-tree bower my prison! I have lost Beauties and feelings, ...
Well, they are gone, and here must I remain, This lime-tree bower my prison! I have lost Beauties and feelings, ...
I count the dismal time by months and years Since last I felt the green sward under foot, And the ...
I see thine image through my tears to-night, And yet to-day I saw thee smiling. How Refer the cause?-Beloved, is ...
1 A SONG of the good green grass! A song no more of the city streets; A song of farms-a ...
O purblind race of miserable men, How many among us at this very hour Do forge a life-long trouble for ...
Said Hongray de la Glaciere unto his proud Papa: "I want to take a wife mon Père," The Marquis laughed: ...
All night the dreadless Angel, unpursued, Through Heaven's wide champain held his way; till Morn, Waked by the circling Hours, ...
No more of talk where God or Angel guest With Man, as with his friend, familiar us'd, To sit indulgent, ...
O, for that warning voice, which he, who saw The Apocalypse, heard cry in Heaven aloud, Then when the Dragon, ...
Of Man's first disobedience, and the fruit Of that forbidden tree whose mortal taste Brought death into the World, and ...
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