Winter: Wednesday Evening (John Bowring Poems)
The hour of peace resumes againIts tranquil, silent, solemn reign;Sorrow a short cessation knowsOn the soft couch of calm repose,And ...
The hour of peace resumes againIts tranquil, silent, solemn reign;Sorrow a short cessation knowsOn the soft couch of calm repose,And ...
Whoever a religious life wou'd live,Submissive to the will of his dread Sire,He first of all most earnestly must striveFrom ...
Whene'er I take my PHYLLIS outFor moonlight walks, I like to - stroll;It gives me - I am rather stout ...
Staccato! Staccato!Leggier agitato! In and out does the melody twist--Unique propositionIs this composition. (Alas! for the player who hasn't the wrist!)Now in ...
As darknesse a privation is of Light;That's when the Optick Nerve is stopt from Light:So Death is even a cessation ...
Written today, and read today,And stale the news tomorrow!--Upon the sands I build... I _play!_I play, and weep in sorrow:"Ah ...
Bring the wine-cup, companions! and let it go round! At its bottom good humor and mirth will be found; Bring ...
The pris'ner was at large indicted, For that by thirst of gain excited, One day in July last, ...
Scene I.The great Hall of Wynhavod House. The walls hung with old portraits, arms, trophies of the chase, and a ...
1. North Carolina, Washington and Baltimore. 2. An auto going south, and words in a room, And outside, pink of ...
An old soldier on the night before the veteransreunion talks partly to himself, partly to imaginary comrades:The people-people of my ...
THEY are not all beasts.One is a man, for example, and one is a bird.I, Matthew, am a man."And I, ...
Woman s VoicePerhaps you find the angel most improbable?It spoke to men asleep, their minds ajarFor once to admit the ...
You who are loudly crying out for peace,You who are wanting love to vanquish hate.How is it in the four ...
A prayer for peace for the faith to hope a vision to see the cessation of violence the harmony of ...
I There was an ancient City, stricken down With a strange frenzy, and for many a day They paced from ...
1 Sometime now past in the Autumnal Tide, 2 When Ph{oe}bus wanted but one hour to bed, 3 The trees ...
1 AFTER all, not to create only, or found only, But to bring, perhaps from afar, what is already founded, ...
"Throughout these infinite orbs of mingling light, Of which yon earth is one, is wide diffus'd A Spirit of activity ...
A Poem for Three Voices Setting: A Maternity Ward and round about FIRST VOICE: I am slow as the world. ...
After two sittings, now our Lady State To end her picture does the third time wait. But ere thou fall'st ...
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