Mountain Song (Bjornstjerne Bjornson Poems)
When you will the mountains roam And your pack are making,Put therein not much from home, Light shall be your ...
When you will the mountains roam And your pack are making,Put therein not much from home, Light shall be your ...
595Like Mighty Foot Lights-burned the RedAt Bases of the Trees-The far Theatricals of DayExhibiting-to These-'Twas Universe-that did applaud-While Chiefest-of the ...
The world has many seas, Mediterranean, Atlantic, but here is the shore of the one ocean. And here the heavy ...
Like Mighty Foot Lights -- burned the Red At Bases of the Trees -- The far Theatricals of Day Exhibiting ...
It is a sultry day; the sun has drank The dew that lay upon the morning grass, There is no ...
(A Pharaoh Speaks.) I said, "Why should a pyramid Stand always dully on its base? I'll change it! Let the ...
SANDBOX MINUS JOHN DILLINGER EQUALS WHAT? Often I return to the cover of Trout Fishing in America. I took the ...
NO more wine? then we'll push back chairs and talk. A final glass for me, though: cool, i' faith! We ...
Remembering the Strait of Belle Isle or some northerly harbor of Labrador, before he became a schoolteacher a great-uncle painted ...
1 O TAKE my hand, Walt Whitman! Such gliding wonders! such sights and sounds! Such join'd unended links, each hook'd ...
That story which the bold Sir Bedivere, First made and latest left of all the knights, Told, when the man ...
Our enemies have fall'n, have fall'n: the seed, The little seed they laugh'd at in the dark, Has risen and ...
My dream had never died or lived again. As in some mystic middle state I lay; Seeing I saw not, ...
So all day long the noise of battle roll'd Among the mountains by the winter sea; Until King Arthur's table, ...
That story which the bold Sir Bedivere, First made and latest left of all the knights, Told, when the man ...
A prince I was, blue-eyed, and fair in face, Of temper amorous, as the first of May, With lengths of ...
In the beginning was the three-pointed star, One smile of light across the empty face, One bough of bone across ...
Were't aught to me I bore the canopy, With my extern the outward honouring, Or laid great bases for eternity, ...
Were 't aught to me I bore the canopy, With my extern the outward honouring, Or laid great bases for ...
No more of talk where God or Angel guest With Man, as with his friend, familiar us'd, To sit indulgent, ...
He woke up in New York City on Valentine's Day, Speeding. The body in the booth next to his was ...
© 2020 Inspirational Stories