Joy and Peace in Believing (William Cowper Poem)
Sometimes a light surprises The Christian while he sings; It is the Lord who rises With healing on His wings; ...
Sometimes a light surprises The Christian while he sings; It is the Lord who rises With healing on His wings; ...
So it is eighteen years, Helena, since we met! A season so endears, Nor you nor I forget The fresh ...
So it is eighteen years, Helena, since we met! A season so endears, Nor you nor I forget The fresh ...
WHEN that Aprilis, with his showers swoot*, *sweet The drought of March hath pierced to the root, And bathed every ...
The first seen in the season Nitens et roboris expers Turget et insolida est: et spe delectat. - Ovid, Metam. ...
The Bellman's Speech The Bellman himself they all praised to the skies-- Such a carriage, such ease and such grace! ...
Dedication Inscribed to a dear Child: in memory of golden summer hours and whispers of a summer sea. Girt with ...
What is song's eternity? Come and see. Can it noise and bustle be? Come and see. Praises sung or praises ...
Come queen of months in company Wi all thy merry minstrelsy The restless cuckoo absent long And twittering swallows chimney ...
1 the legend is whispered in the women's tent how the moon when she rises full follows some men into ...
In the usual iconography of the temple or the local Wok you would never see him doing such a thing, ...
I have questioned the loyalty of rivers in winter, their yearnings for oceans obstructed, indecisive meandering clogged by ice floes ...
Go, then, and join the murmuring city's throng! Me thou dost leave to solitude and tears; To busy phantasies, and ...
Long days, short nights, this Southern summer Fixes the mind within its timeless place. Athwart pale limbs the brazen hummer ...
When sycamore leaves wer a-spreaden Green-ruddy in hedges, Bezide the red doust o' the ridges, A-dried at Woak Hill; I ...
When sycamore leaves wer a-spreaden Green-ruddy in hedges, Bezide the red doust o' the ridges, A-dried at Woak Hill; I ...
I gazed upon the glorious sky And the green mountains round, And thought that when I came to lie At ...
Though the air is full of singing my head is loud with the labor of words. Though the season is ...
1 Sometime now past in the Autumnal Tide, 2 When Ph{oe}bus wanted but one hour to bed, 3 The trees ...
Absent upon Public Employment My head, my heart, mine eyes, my life, nay more, My joy, my magazine, of earthly ...
In the worst hour of the worst season of the worst year of a whole people a man set out ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
A Fragment of a Turkish Tale The tale which these disjointed fragments present, is founded upon circumstances now less common ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
The roses of Love glad the garden of life, Though nurtur'd 'mid weeds dropping pestilent dew, Till Time crops the ...
I stood beside the grave of him who blazed The comet of a season, and I saw The humblest of ...
Disturbed, when Henry's love returned with a hubby,â?" I see that, Henry, I don't put that down,â?" he thought he ...
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...
I. The morn when first it thunders in March, The eel in the pond gives a leap, they say: As ...
Morning, evening, noon and night, ``Praise God!; sang Theocrite. Then to his poor trade he turned, Whereby the daily meal ...
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