Savior of the Nations, Come (Martin Luther Poems)
Savior of the nations, come;Virgin's Son, here make Thy home!Marvel now, O heaven and earth,That the Lord chose such a ...
Savior of the nations, come;Virgin's Son, here make Thy home!Marvel now, O heaven and earth,That the Lord chose such a ...
IYou say you love ; but with a voiceChaster than a nun's, who singethThe soft Vespers to herselfWhile the chime-bell ...
In the hour of trial, Jesus, plead for me,Lest by base denial I depart from Thee.When Thou seest me waver, ...
Weep for what thou'st lost, love— Weep for what thou'st done—Weep for what thou did'st not do, And more for what thou'st ...
Thy face is whitened with remembered woe;For thou alone, pale satellite, didst see,Amid the shadows of Gethsemane,The mingled cup of ...
O Erin! thou broad-spreading valley--thou well-watered land of freshstreams,When I gaze on thy hills greenly sloping, where the light of ...
It was Lilith the wife of Adam:(Sing Eden Bower!)Not a drop of her blood was human,But she was made like ...
Mortals, that behold a Woman, Rising 'twixt the Moon and Sun;Who am I the heavens assume? an All am I, ...
Of Guinevere from Arthur separate,And separate from Launcelot and the world,And shielded in the convent with her sin,As one draws ...
No more (o cruell Nimph,) now hast thou prayedEnough in thy revenge, proove not thine ireOn him that yeelds, the ...
A Legend of Windsor A song for the Queen! our gracious Queen, Who giveth her subjects bread!Paupers! throw up ...
The Christmas homes of England! How far-famed and how dear; In bright array they ever stand, That glad day ...
THE SEA, THE SEA!It rings as loud, it rolls as free, As brightly flashes on this shore,As where the deep, ...
Why came in dreams the low-born manBetween thee and thy rest?In vain thy whispered message ran,Though justice was its quest!Did ...
St. Agnes' Eve--Ah, bitter chill it was! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold; The hare limp'd trembling through ...
With short, sharp violent lights made vivid, To the southward far as the sight can roam, Only the swirl of ...
SONG OF THE IMPRISONED COUNT. COUNT. I KNOW a flower of beauty rare, Ah, how I hold it dear! To ...
[Goethe began to write an opera called Lowenstuhl, founded upon the old tradition which forms the subject of this Ballad, ...
'Twas at that hour of beauty when the setting sun squandereth his cloudy bed with rosy hues, to flood his ...
Lo! 'tis a gala night Within the lonesome latter years. An angel throng, bewinged, bedight In veils, and drowned in ...
How oft has the Benshee cried, How oft has death untied Bright links that Glory wove, Sweet bonds entwined by ...
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