Forgiveness Poems (1956 Poems)
The Men Of Old (John Greenleaf Whittier Poems)
WELL speed thy mission, bold Iconoclast!Yet all unworthy of its trust thou art,If, with dry eye, and cold, unloving heart,Thou tread’st the solemn Pantheon of the Past,By the great Future’s dazzling hope made blindTo all the beauty, power, and truth … Continue reading
Twenty-Fourt (John Keble Poems)
Why should we faint and fear to live alone, Since all alone, so Heaven has willed, we die,Nor e’en the tenderest heart, and next our own, Knows half the reasons why we smile and sigh? Each in his hidden sphere of joy … Continue reading
The Nightingale In The Study (James Russell Lowell Poems)
‘Come forth!’ my catbird calls to me, ’And hear me sing a cavatinaThat, in this old familiar tree, Shall hang a garden of Alcina. ‘These buttercups shall brim with wine Beyond all Lesbian juice or Massic;May not New England be divine? My ode to … Continue reading
The Squatter’s Daughter (Henry Lawson Poems)
OUT in the west, where runs are wide, And days than ours are hotter,Not very far from Lachlan Side There dwelt a wealthy squatter. Of old opinions he was full- An Englishman, his sire,Was hated long where peasants pull Their forelocks to the squire. … Continue reading
Sunday After Ascension (John Keble Poems)
The Earth that in her genial breastMakes for the down a kindly nest,Where wafted by the warm south-west It floats at pleasure,Yields, thankful, of her very best, To nurse her treasure: True to her trust, tree, herb, or reed,She renders for each … Continue reading
Freedom (In Alcaics.) (Martin Farquhar Tupper Poems)
Bulwark of England, God-given Liberty!Name much malign’d, yet noble and glorious, How rarely the masses who claim thee Judge as they ought of the fools that maim thee! No part hast thou with clamorous demagogues,Red revolution scares thee and scatters thee, And despots … Continue reading
All Saint’s Day (John Keble Poems)
Why blow’st thou not, thou wintry wind, Now every leaf is brown and sere, And idly droops, to thee resigned, The fading chaplet of the year? Yet wears the pure aerial sky Her summer veil, half drawn on high, Of silvery haze, and dark and stillThe … Continue reading
Christmas Day (Henry Kirke White Poems)
Yet once more, and once more, awake, my Harp,From silence and neglect—one lofty strain;Lofty, yet wilder than the winds of Heaven,And speaking mysteries more than words can tell,I ask of thee; for I, with hymnings high,Would join the dirge of … Continue reading
A Gallery To The Temple. The Sute (Ralph Knevet Poems)
Lord winnowe mee from the vile dust Of vaine desires: Refine mee from my drosse, and rust, In gentle fires, Let mee not perish in the day Of thy displeasure: But so prepare mee, that I may Become thy treasure: Bruise mee not with an iron rodde, Oh breake … Continue reading
A Prayer For A Clergyman, When He Goes To Visit The Sick, Or In The Time Of A Plague (Rees Prichard Poems)
Behold, my gracious God! with pitying eye,What dangers in my painful office lie,Who never must, at any season, ceaseTo visit all, whatever’s their disease. There’s not a man, or child, that is diseas’d,Whether by the small-pox, or meazles seiz’d,Or any … Continue reading