The Wet Grass Of Morning (Hartley Burr Alexander Poems)
In the spring when I bathe my feet in the wet grass of morning,I see many smiles upon the meadows. ...
In the spring when I bathe my feet in the wet grass of morning,I see many smiles upon the meadows. ...
First-born of the creating Voice!Minister of God's Spirit, who wast sentWaiting upon him first, what time he wentMoving about mid ...
We mix from many lands, We march for very far; In hearts and lips ...
PROCRASTINATION.Love will expire--the gay, the happy dreamWill turn to scorn, indiff'rence, or esteem:Some favour'd pairs, in this exchange, are blest,Nor ...
Opening the mists on a sudden through,An Avenue!Then, all one ferment of varied gold,With foam of plumes where the chamfrom ...
The foaming stream from out the rock With thunder roar begins to rush,—The oak falls prostrate at ...
I.Years upon years, as a course of clouds that thickenThronging the ways of the wind that shifts and veers,Pass, and ...
Three errors there are, that forever are found On the lips of the good, on the lips of the best;But ...
Whisk!--away in the sun His little flying feet Scamper as softly fleet As ever the rabbits run. ...
WHAT pulls at my heart so? What tells me to roam? What drags me and lures me From chamber and ...
IF to a girl who loves us truly Her mother gives instruction duly In virtue, duty, and what not,-- And ...
[First published in Schiller's Horen, in connection with a friendly contest in the art of ballad-writing between the two great ...
As virtuous men pass mildly away, And whisper to their souls to go, Whilst some of their sad friends do ...
How changed is here each spot man makes or fills! In the two Hinkseys nothing keeps the same; The village ...
I. Years upon years, as a course of clouds that thicken Thronging the ways of the wind that shifts and ...
We mix from many lands, We march for very far; In hearts and lips and hands Our staffs and weapons ...
The foaming stream from out the rock With thunder roar begins to rush,-- The oak falls prostrate at the shock, ...
Three errors there are, that forever are found On the lips of the good, on the lips of the best; ...
LOUD and low in the chimney The squalls suspire; Then like an answer dwindles And glows the fire, And the ...
WHEN loud by landside streamlets gush, And clear in the greenwood quires the thrush, With sun on the meadows And ...
Lo, here the gentle lark, weary of rest, From his moist cabinet mounts up on high, And wakes the morning, ...
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