The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam (Omar Khayyam Poem)
I. Awake! for Morning in the Bowl of Night Has flung the Stone that puts the Stars to Flight: And ...
I. Awake! for Morning in the Bowl of Night Has flung the Stone that puts the Stars to Flight: And ...
God of the golden bow, And of the golden lyre, And of the golden hair, And of the golden fire, ...
Oh King of grief! (a title strange, yet true, To thee of all kings only due) Oh King of wounds! ...
NOW spent the alter'd King, in am'rous Cares, The Hours of sacred Hymns and solemn Pray'rs: In vain the Alter ...
It might be lonelier Without the Loneliness -- I'm so accustomed to my Fate -- Perhaps the Other -- Peace ...
God gives his mercies to be spent; Your hoard will do your soul no good. Gold is a blessing only ...
ALONG the banks where Babel's current flows Our captive bands in deep despondence stray'd, While Zion's fall in sad remembrance ...
In early morning twilight, raw and chill, Damp vapours brooding on the barren hill, Through miles of mire in steady ...
I The face, which, duly as the sun, Rose up for me with life begun, To mark all bright hours ...
The church pleading with God under sore persecutions. Will God for ever cast us off? His wrath for ever smoke ...
What blest examples do I find Writ in the Word of Truth Of children that began to mind Religion in ...
The apostles' commission. Mark 16:15ff; Matt. 28:18ff. "O preach my gospel," saith the Lord, "Bid the whole earth my grace ...
Christ the eternal life. Rom. 9:5. Jesus, our Savior and our God, Arrayed in majesty and blood, Thou art our ...
Colonies planted; or, Nations blessed and punished. A Psalm for New England. When God, provoked with daring crimes, Scourges the ...
v.1-8,8,15-26 C. M. The church's complaint in persecution. Lord, we have heard thy works of old, Thy works of power ...
'There sinks the nebulous star we call the Sun, If that hypothesis of theirs be sound' Said Ida; 'let us ...
Never until the mankind making Bird beast and flower Fathering and all humbling darkness Tells with silence the last light ...
In the grey beginning of years, in the twilight of things that began, The word of the earth in the ...
When the long, long day is over, and the Big Boss gives me my pay, I hope that it won't ...
THOU! whose sublime poetic art Can pierce the pulses of the heart, Can force the treasur'd tear to flow In ...
An idle poet, here and there, Looks around him; but, for all the rest, The world, unfathomably fair, Is duller ...
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