Songs Of Deliverance (Orrick Johns Poems)
I-The Song Of YouthThis is the song of youth,This is the cause of myself;I knew my father well and he ...
I-The Song Of YouthThis is the song of youth,This is the cause of myself;I knew my father well and he ...
Oh the long and dreary Winter!Oh the cold and cruel Winter!Ever thicker, thicker, thickerFroze the ice on lake and river,Ever ...
Airy budding ash-tree,You have made a throne,And the sweetest thrush in all the worldIs sitting there alone;Drawn in tints of ...
OH lone and lovely solitude,Washed by the sounding sea;Nature was in a poet's mood,When she created thee.How pleasant in the ...
It is summer! it is summer! how beautiful it looks!There is sunshine on the old gray hills, and sunshine on ...
Quoth the boy, "I'll climb that tree,And bring down a nest I know."Quoth the girl, "I will not seeLittle birds ...
ALL through the party she stood, saying nothing.Talk fluttered around her; quick gay wordsLike spring-enchanted birdsDarted, their wings flashing with ...
The rain of a night and a day and a nightStops at the lightOf this pale choked day. The peering ...
"Lost," "lost," the beeves and the bullocks,The cattle men sell and buy,Crowded upon the fair green,Low to the lightless sky."Live," ...
I love to see the old heath's withered brakeMingle its crimpled leaves with furze and ling,While the old heron from ...
KULLERVO AS A SHEPHERD.Kullerwoinen, wizard-servantOf the blacksmith, Ilmarinen,Purchased slave from Untamoinen,Magic son with sky-blue stockings.,With a head of golden ringlets,In ...
THERE is a sheeling hidden in the wood Unknown to all save God; An ancient ash-tree and a hazel-bush Their ...
Like the wild organs of the winter stormIs the people gloomy rage,The purple billow of battleOf stars leaf-stripped.With broken brows, ...
Oh the long and dreary Winter! Oh the cold and cruel Winter! Ever thicker, thicker, thicker Froze the ice on ...
You shall hear how Pau-Puk-Keewis, How the handsome Yenadizze Danced at Hiawatha's wedding; How the gentle Chibiabos, He the sweetest ...
On the shores of Gitche Gumee, Of the shining Big-Sea-Water, Stood Nokomis, the old woman, Pointing with her finger westward, ...
Bells are booming down the bohreens, White the mist along the grass, Now the Julias, Maeves and Maureens Move between ...
A Well there is in the west country, And a clearer one never was seen; There is not a wife ...
Primrose, anemone, bluebell, moss Grow in the Kingdom of the Cross And the ash-tree's purple bud Dresses the spear that ...
Outside the house an ash-tree hung its terrible whips, And at night when the wind arose, the lash of the ...
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