Jesus Christ Poems (4880 Poems)
“Mary At The Cross” (Harriet Beecher Stowe Poems)
“Now there stood by the cross of Jesus his mother.” O wondrous mother! since the dawn of timeWas ever love, was ever grief, like thine?O highly favored in thy joy’s deep flow,And favored, even in this, thy bitterest woe! Poor … Continue reading
The Curse Of The Charter-Breakers (John Greenleaf Whittier Poems)
IN Westminster’s royal halls,Robed in their pontificals,England’s ancient prelates stoodFor the people’s right and good.Closed around the waiting crowd,Dark and still, like winter’s cloud;King and council, lord and knight,Squire and yeoman, stood in sight;Stood to hear the priest rehearse,In God’s … Continue reading
The Legend of King Arthur (Thomas Percy Poems)
Of Brutus’ blood, in Brittaine borne,King Arthur I am to name;Through Christendome and HeathynesseWell knowne is my worthy fame. In Jesus Christ I doe beleeve;I am a Christyan bore;The Father, Sone, and Holy Gost,One God, I doe adore. In the … Continue reading
The Swan Song of Parson Avery (John Greenleaf Whittier Poems)
When the reaper’s task was ended, and the summer wearing late,Parson Avery sailed from Newbury, with his wife and children eight,Dropping down the river-harbor in the shallop “Watch and Wait.” Pleasantly lay the clearings in the mellow summer-morn,With the newly … Continue reading
Some Mother’s Boy (Mary Alice Walton Poems)
The battle-cry is sounding loud, a bugle calls to arm,The hills and dales are clouded o’er, troops gather in alarm;With winds is mingled sighing prayer from many a sinking brave;A youth obeying duty’s call, a life his country gave. A … Continue reading
Grannie Visited At Blackhill, Shotts, July, 1805 (Janet Hamilton Poems)
It’s fifty towmonds since, an’ mair, Wi’ lichtsome fit an’ richt guid-wull,Ae simmer day I teuk the gate Oot ower the muirs to auld Blackhill.The July sun was in the lift, The laverock’s sang was clear an’ shrill.Nae ither soun’ but muirfowls’ ca’, An’ … Continue reading
The Wild Hunt (Johannes Carsten Hauch Poems)
When they thought that Denmark’s kingSoundly in the graveyard slumbered,Words incredible, unnumbered,Through the land crept whispering. Rumor said: “The king hunts nightlyStag and doe on Sjaelland’s isleWith a company unsightlyThrough the country mile on mile.” They saw the Childe at … Continue reading
St. John Baptist’s Day (John Keble Poems)
Twice in her season of decayThe fallen Church hath felt Elijah’s eye Dart from the wild its piercing ray:Not keener burns, in the chill morning sky, The herald star, Whose torch afar Shadows and boding night-birds fly. Methinks we need him once again,That favoured … Continue reading
Second Sunday After Trinity (John Keble Poems)
The clouds that wrap the setting sun When Autumn’s softest gleams are ending,Where all bright hues together run In sweet confusion blending: -Why, as we watch their floating wreathSeem they the breath of life to breathe?To Fancy’s eye their motions proveThey mantle … Continue reading
St. Peter’s Day (John Keble Poems)
Thou thrice denied, yet thrice beloved, Watch by Thine own forgiven friend;In sharpest perils faithful proved, Let his soul love Thee to the end. The prayer is heard—else why so deep His slumber on the eve of death?And wherefore smiles he in his … Continue reading