A Feathered Nest (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
I smiled that spring morning thinking of the welcome the songbird got from his mate as he took flight once ...
I smiled that spring morning thinking of the welcome the songbird got from his mate as he took flight once ...
How calm, how beauteous and how cool-- How like a sister to the skies, Appears the broad, transparent pool That ...
Why was that baleful Creature made, Which seeks our Quiet to invade, And screams ill Omens through the Shade? 'Twas, ...
THE Queen of Birds, t'encrease the Regal Stock, Had hatch'd her young Ones in a stately Oak, Whose Middle-part was ...
Evening colors linger on mountain paths. Out beyond this study perched over River Gate, At the cliff's edge, frail clouds ...
Out alone in the winter rain, Intent on giving and taking pain. But never was I far out of sight ...
That you are fair or wise is vain, Or strong, or rich, or generous; You must have also the untaught ...
When like an eaglet I first found my Love, For that the virtue I thereof would know, Upon the nest ...
This night, as I sit here alone, And brood on what is dead and gone, The owl that's in this ...
My mind has thunderstorms, That brood for heavy hours: Until they rain me words, My thoughts are drooping flowers And ...
Thou dost not fly, thou art not perched, The air is all around: What is it that can keep thee ...
Dim, as the borrow'd beams of moon and stars To lonely, weary, wand'ring travellers, Is reason to the soul; and ...
(Song for the City College of New York) O youngest of the giant brood Of cities far-renowned; In wealth and ...
I Once, only once, I saw it clear, -- That Eden every human heart has dreamed A hundred times, but ...
High from the earth I heard a bird, He trod upon the trees As he esteemed them trifles, And then ...
The Grass so little has to do -- A Sphere of simple Green -- With only Butterflies to brood And ...
I like the old house tolerably well, Where I must dwell Like a familiar gnome; And yet I never shall ...
Can we not force from widow'd poetry, Now thou art dead (great Donne) one elegy To crown thy hearse? Why ...
This much, O heaven-if I should brood or rave, Pity me not; but let the world be fed, Yea, in ...
I sing the Name which None can say But touch't with An interiour Ray: The Name of our New Peace; ...
(Ezekiel, xlviii.35) As birds their infant brood protect, And spread their wings to shelter them, Thus saith the Lord to ...
Gracious Lord, our children see, By Thy mercy we are free; But shall these, alas! remain Subjects still of Satan's ...
Mother of Light, and the Gods! Mother of Music, awake! Silence and speech are at odds; Heaven and Hell are ...
Mother of Light, and the Gods! Mother of Music, awake! Silence and speech are at odds; Heaven and Hell are ...
Among the orchard weeds, from every search, Snugly and sure, the old hen's nest is made, Who cackles every morning ...
Within a thick and spreading hawthorn bush That overhung a molehill large and round, I heard from morn to morn ...
THE linnet in the rocky dells, The moor-lark in the air, The bee among the heather bells That hide my ...
The linnet in the rocky dells, The moor - lark in the air, The bee among the heather - bells ...
The summer morn is bright and fresh, the birds are darting by, As if they loved to breast the breeze ...
To him who in the love of nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language; for ...
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