Spring: Tuesday Evening (John Bowring Poems)
'Tis now the solemn hour when spirits comeTo alarm credulity—'tis now the hourWhen disembodied ghosts have awful powerTo burst the ...
'Tis now the solemn hour when spirits comeTo alarm credulity—'tis now the hourWhen disembodied ghosts have awful powerTo burst the ...
Where'er I turn my restless eye,Wand'ring from earth to heaven, from sphere to sphere,Great God! I feel Thy present Deity,Every ...
God of the morning! Thou, the sabbath's God!Round whose bright footsteps thousand planets roll:A million beings at Thy mighty nodAre ...
The hour of peace resumes againIts tranquil, silent, solemn reign;Sorrow a short cessation knowsOn the soft couch of calm repose,And ...
How wisely is the stream of life controll'dIn its mild course—exhausted, and renew'd;When toiling day its hurried tide has roll'd,Comes ...
The good man dies—it grieves us:Why should the good man die?He dies—but, dying, leaves usA lasting legacy.And this becomes our ...
The orient is lighted with crimson glow, The night and its dreams are fled,And the glorious roll of nature now Is in ...
Come forth in thy purple robes again, Thou brightest star of heaven!Another day the Guardian of men Has to his children given.Receive ...
Come, let us leave the vain, the proud,The ambitious, and the worldly wise;Pomp's revels, turbulent and loud,And pleasure's tempting vanities;And ...
Thou best of Beings!—now the night is fled,And day awakes in all its bliss again;Man, rising from his heaven-protected bed,Is ...
The sand of another week has run,All but its last and closing day;And its few remnant moments soonThe common ruin ...
When Morn peeps o'er the mountain's height,And the last star has left the sky,And dews disperse at waking light,And Earth ...
This is the day when prejudice and guiltThe blood of innocence and virtue spilt!'Twas in those orient Syrian lands afar,O'er ...
The stars have sunk in yon concave blue,And the sun is peeping thro' the dew;Thy Spirit, Lord! doth nature fill—Before ...
Another portion of life rolls on, The week glides calmly by;And down the swift stream of time we run, To the sea ...
Stillness reigns—the vapours stealSlowly down the mountain's brow,And the evening shadows veilNature's face of brightness now;Flowers put off their glorious ...
The cold wind strips the yellow leaf,The stars are twinkling faintly o'er us;All nature wears her garb of grief;While day's ...
The evening twilight gently dies;The air is cool; the silent nightSerenely reigns; the curtain'd skiesTo contemplation's shrine invite;The labours of ...
The earth again puts on its evening dress;And wakening yon innumerable stars,A twilight, milder than the eye of dayAnd fairer ...
The earth again puts on its evening dress;And wakening yon innumerable stars,A twilight, milder than the eye of dayAnd fairer ...
The heart has tendrils like the vine,Which round another's bosom twine,Outspringing from the living treeOf deeply-planted sympathy;Whose flowers are hope, ...
From the recesses of a lowly spiritMy humble prayer ascends—O Father! hear it!Upsoaring on the wings of fear and meekness, Forgive ...
"There is no sound or language where their voice is not heard."The heavenly spheres to Thee, O God! attune their ...
Spring is but another birth, From the grave of earlier springs,Which to renovated earth Other resurrection brings.God hath moulded all that God's Power ...
'Tis the same great all-influencing Cause,The source of those inexorable laws Which gives its motion to the mountain rill,And by the ...
If all our hopes and all our fears Were prisoned in life's narrow bound;If, travellers through this vale of tears, We saw ...
He who walks in virtue's way, Firm and fearless, walketh surely;Diligent while yet 'tis day, On he speeds, and speeds securely.Flowers of ...
Faith, untrained to works, is nought! Idle are the soundest creeds;Christian faith is holy thought— Christian merit, righteous deeds.If the purest doubting ...
Sweet flower! Spring's earliest, loveliest gem! While other flowers are idly sleeping,Thou rear'st thy purple diadem; Meekly from thy seclusion peeping.Thou, from ...
Round us, o'er us, is there aughtWhich can fill our highest thought; Aught which may deserve to beWith our noblest aims ...
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