The Children’s Dance (John Wilson Poems)
How calm and beautiful the frosty nightHas stolen unnoticed like the hush of sleepO'er Grassmere-vale! Beneath the mellowing lightHow sinks ...
How calm and beautiful the frosty nightHas stolen unnoticed like the hush of sleepO'er Grassmere-vale! Beneath the mellowing lightHow sinks ...
I.FAR from his close and noisome cell,By grassy lane and sunny stream,Blown clover field and strawberry dell,And green and meadow ...
Upon the spring-clad fields and woods,The churchyard graves and tall church-tower,The warm, pure daylight softly broods,And fills with life the ...
``Child, whither goest thou Over the snowy hill? The frost--air nips so keen That the very clouds are still: From the golden folding curtains The ...
The wind has swept from the wide atmosphereEach vapour that obscured the sunset's ray;And pallid Evening twines its beaming hairIn ...
O'STRONG and pure of soul! - O earnest-hearted!Like stranger-pilgrims at some way-side shrineHave we two met, and mingled faith, and ...
Where silent elms are clustering round That grey church-tower, which peers above, She sleeps beneath the narrow mound, Whom I had loved with ...
Slowly and softly let the music go, As ye wind upwards to the gray church--tower; Check the shrill hautboy, let the pipe ...
…….."This is to be a mortal,And seek the things beyond mortality!" ~ Manfred.Thy voice prevails — dear friend, my gentle ...
OH! what is so blithe as through cornfields to roam, When the lark is in heaven and laughter on ...
Bing, Bim, Bang, Bome!Sang the Bell to himself in his house at home,High in the church-tower, lone and unseen,In a ...
Not within a granite pass, Dim with flowers and soft with grass-- Nay, but doubly, trebly sweet In a ...
I stood on the bridge at midnight, As the clocks were striking the hour, And the moon rose o'er the ...
A green and silent spot, amid the hills, A small and silent dell ! O'er stiller place No singing sky-lark ...
The Frost performs its secret ministry, Unhelped by any wind. The owlet's cry Came loud, -and hark, again! loud as ...
THE wind has swept from the wide atmosphere Each vapour that obscured the sunset's ray, And pallid Evening twines its ...
© 2020 Inspirational Stories