The Children’s Dance (John Wilson Poems)
How calm and beautiful the frosty nightHas stolen unnoticed like the hush of sleepO'er Grassmere-vale! Beneath the mellowing lightHow sinks ...
How calm and beautiful the frosty nightHas stolen unnoticed like the hush of sleepO'er Grassmere-vale! Beneath the mellowing lightHow sinks ...
A POEM IN THREE CANTOS Canto I Ye Alps audacious, through the heavens that rise,To cramp the day and hide me from ...
There are lonesome places upon the earthThat have never re-echoed a sound of mirth,Where the spirits abide that feast and ...
The sun descends along the glowing west,His bright rays quivering o'er Potomac's breast--And still he flashes, with his parting smile,And ...
Twice in her season of decayThe fallen Church hath felt Elijah's eye Dart from the wild its piercing ray:Not keener burns, ...
A KING once made a gallery of art,With portraits of dead friends and living graced;And at the end, 'neath curtains ...
There came a youth upon the earth,Some thousand years ago,Whose slender hands were nothing worth,Whether to plow, to reap, or ...
DIXON, a Choctaw, twenty years of age,Had killed a miner in a Leadville brawl;Tried and condemned, the rough-beards curb their ...
When sinners utter boasting words,And glory in their shame;The Lord, well-pleased, an ear affordsTo those who fear his name.They often ...
A Microcosm In Terza RimaI.Quiet I lay at last, and knew no moreWhether I breathed or not, so worn I ...
The poet hath a realm within, and throne,And in his own soul singeth his lament.A comer often in the world ...
A POETICAL EPISTLE TO THE AUTHORS OF THE MONTHLY REVIEW.AN INTRODUCTORY ADDRESS OF THE AUTHOR TO HIS POEMS.Ye idler things, ...
THE dauntless youth, with heart elate,Once more essays his chequered fate.As perils new he boldly tries,Behold a gathering ...
Preludes.I The Comparison Where she succeeds with cloudless brow, ...
WHAT doest thou here, fair rose, on rocky shore Opening thy pure and scented breast to blushIn these rude wilds, ...
"So closed our tale, of which I give you allThe random scheme as wildly as it rose:The words are mostly ...
1 A SONG of the good green grass! A song no more of the city streets; A song of farms-a ...
So closed our tale, of which I give you all The random scheme as wildly as it rose: The words ...
I built my soul a lordly pleasure-house, Wherein at ease for aye to dwell. I said, "O Soul, make merry ...
NOT thine where marble-still and white Old statues share the tempered light And mock the uneven modern flight, But in ...
In placid hours well-pleased we dream Of many a brave unbodied scheme. But form to lend, pulsed life create, What ...
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