Perpetual Praise (John Bowring Poems)
When wakened by Thy voice of power, The hour of morning beams in light,My voice shall sing that morning hour, And Thee ...
When wakened by Thy voice of power, The hour of morning beams in light,My voice shall sing that morning hour, And Thee ...
. Fast, in its prison-walls of earth, Awaits the mould of baked clay. Up, comrades, up, and aid the ...
Ask not the Cause why all the tuneful Swains, Who us'd to fill the Vales with tender Strains, In deep ...
BIRTH OF THE SECOND HARP.Wainamoinen, ancient minstrel,Long reflecting, sang these measures:"It is now the time befittingTo awaken joy and gladness,Time ...
Oh, where did you come from, baby mine, With your face like a cherub's sweet? Did the angels scatter ...
HAIL , happy Sister! great in arts and arms,In manly valour and in female charms;Whose classic sons the noblest honours ...
Standing to-night beside their little bed, All richly hung with tapestry and lace, I look half sadly down upon my ...
WANDERING in the still of eve, While songsters homeward cleave the air, With lively notes my voice I tun'd, To ...
II lie upon my bed and hear and see.The moon is rising through the glistening trees;And momently a great and ...
IThe illimitable leaping of the sea,The mouthing of his madness to the moon,The seething of his endless sorcery,His prophecy no ...
Meet me at sunset, the hour we love best, Ere day's last crimson blushes have died in the west; When ...
Late, late yestreen I saw the new Moon, With the old Moon in her arms ; And I fear, I ...
Bhaskar Roy Barman Once on an evening in a desolate place far from the madding crowds eternal strife I stood ...
HERE, where the Scottish Muse immortal lives, In sacred strains and tuneful numbers joined, Accept the gift; though humble he ...
WHERE contemplation finds her sacred spring, Where heav'nly music makes the arches ring, Where virtue reigns unsully'd and divine, Where ...
Fast, in its prison-walls of earth, Awaits the mould of baked clay. Up, comrades, up, and aid the birth The ...
ROSALIND, HELEN, and her Child. SCENE. The Shore of the Lake of Como. HELEN Come hither, my sweet Rosalind. 'T ...
Between me and the sunset, like a dome Against the glory of a world on fire, Now burned a sudden ...
O, for that warning voice, which he, who saw The Apocalypse, heard cry in Heaven aloud, Then when the Dragon, ...
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