Vision Of Columbus – Book 8 (Joel Barlow Poems)
And now the Angel, from the trembling sight,Veil'd the wide world-when sudden shades of nightMove o'er the ethereal vault; the ...
And now the Angel, from the trembling sight,Veil'd the wide world-when sudden shades of nightMove o'er the ethereal vault; the ...
BOOK I.I.I sing the Cross!—Ye white-robed angel choirs,Who know the chords of harmony to sweep,Ye who o'er holy David's varying ...
PREFACE.My early mistress, now my ancient Muse,That strong Circaean liquor cease t'infuse,Wherewith thou didst intoxicate my youth,Now stoop with disenchanted ...
ADAM and EVE's unhappy, sinful, Race,Late heirs apparent of the fiery lake,To you, great joy is come — your sorrows ...
'TWAS night in Babylon,--yet many a beamOf lamps, far glittering from her domes on high,Shone, brightly mingling in Euphrates' stream,With ...
There are moments when, as missions, God reveals to us strange visions; When, within their separate stations, We may see the Centuries, Like revolving ...
They hear Thee not, O God! nor see;Beneath Thy rod they mock at Thee;The princes of our ancient lineLie drunken ...
Cities and men, and nations, have passed by,Like leaves upon an autumn's dreary sky;Like chaff upon the ocean billow proud,Like ...
NOT in the sky,Where it was seenSo long in eminence of light serene,-Nor on the white tops of the glistering ...
I have not felt, o'er seas of sand,The rocking of the desert bark;Nor laved at Hebron's fount my hand,By Hebron's ...
The King was on his throne,The Satraps throng'd the hall:A thousand bright lamps shoneO'er that high festival.A thousand cups of ...
I wonder if the spell, the mystery,That like a haze about your silence clings,Moulding your void until we seem to ...
'C'est l? le myst?re apr?s lequel soupirent toutes les ?mes exil?es, qui s'affligent sur les fleuves de Babylon en se ...
On Nineveh's proud towers the sinking sun In cloudless splendor looks; nor, through the earth, Like glory doth behold. In ...
Still with impatient love Sabrina pines,And now to speak the fatal truth designs;Sooth'd by her own indulgent hopes, which traceA ...
It wouldn't be fair to Belshazzar When speaking of madness and mirth, To draw from his revel ...
AFRICA I will sing you a song of Los. the Eternal Prophet: He sung it to four harps at the ...
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