Zamri. A fragment (John Anster Poems)
Hast thou sailed on the summer seaWhen its bosom lies in light?And have the scenes of life to theeBeen as ...
Hast thou sailed on the summer seaWhen its bosom lies in light?And have the scenes of life to theeBeen as ...
A FRAGMENTPART IThere was a youth, who, as with toil and travel,Had grown quite weak and gray before his time;Nor ...
I.O'er the bare woods, whose outstretched handsPlead with the leaden heavens in vain,I see, beyond the valley lands,The sea's long ...
O Land of Promise! from what Pisgah's height Can I behold thy stretch of peaceful bowers,Thy golden harvests flowing out of ...
ONLY a fallen horse, stretched out there on the road.Stretched in the broken shafts, and crushed by the heavy load;Only ...
It came to passThat "Brother Ass"(As he his Body named,)Unto the SaintThus made complaint:"I am unjustly blamed."Whate'er I do,Like Balaam ...
I have found joy, Surcease from sorrow,From qualms for today And fears for tomorrow.I have found love, Sifted of pain,Of life's harsh goading And ...
You have the Pyrrhic dance as yet, Where is the Pyrrhic phalanx gone?Of two such lessons, why forget The nobler ...
This reverence Lord Buddha kept to all his schoolmasters, Albeit beyond their learning taught; in speech Right ...
I (_Before He Comes_) Sweet under swooning blue and mellow mist September waves of forest overflow The hills with crimson, ...
But see! . . . the body does not sink; It rides upon the tide (A starbeam on the dagger's ...
Bless the dear old verdant land! Brother, wert thou born of it? As thy shadow life doth stand Twining ...
Bless the dear old verdant land,Brother, wert thou born of it?As thy shadow life doth stand,Twining round its rosy band,Did ...
FRIEND of the wretched! wherefore should the eyeOf blank Despair, whence tears have ceased to flow,Be turn'd from thee?--Ah! wherefore ...
What is Africa to me: Copper sun or scarlet sea, Jungle star or jungle track, Strong bronzed men, or regal ...
What are you doing here, Tom Thorne, on the white top-knot o' the world, Where the wind has the cut ...
I Said the Watcher by the Way To the young and the unladen, To the boy and to the maiden, ...
Let those who will of friendship sing, And to its guerdon grateful be, But I a lyric garland bring To ...
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