Notes On Vision (James Douglas Morrison Poems)
Look where we worship. We all live in the city.The city forms- often physically, but inevitablypsychically- a circle. A Game. ...
Look where we worship. We all live in the city.The city forms- often physically, but inevitablypsychically- a circle. A Game. ...
The Believer's Principles concerning Faith and Sense.1. Of Faith and Sense natural.2. Of Faith and Sense spiritual.3. The harmony and ...
"_Man hard of heart to Man! ... of horrid things_ _Most horrid; midst stupendous highly strange:_ _Yet oft his courtesies are smoother ...
Scene I. A peak of the Alps. Werner alone. Time, morning.Werner.How gloriously beautiful is earth!In these her quiet, unfrequented haunts,To ...
I.He stood where the mountain moss outspreadIts smoothness beneath his dusky foot;The chestnut boughs above his head,Hung motionless and mute.There ...
Once more ...
Once more to the breach for the land of the West!And a leader we give of our bravest and best, Of ...
'TIS now the fourth revolving age,Since Hellas bow'd beneath the rageOf Othman's stormy sway;Whose deep'ning gloom and horror spreadTill all ...
When the sweet days of summer come at last, And leaves and flowers are in the forest springing;When the cold time ...
Ah! what is this life? It's a dream, is the reply;Like a dream that's soon ended, so life passes by.Pursue ...
O Sun! The world's essence and motivator you areThe organizer of the book of the world you areThe splendor of ...
A DIALOGUE WITH LOVE.Dimmi di grazia, amor.Nay, prithee tell me, Love, when I behold My lady, do mine eyes her beauty ...
'Tis not the gift—but 'tis the spirit With which 'tis given,That on the gift confers a merit, As seen by Heaven.'Tis not ...
Preludes.I The Wife's Tragedy Man must be pleased; but him to please ...
Lazy laughing languid Jenny,Fond of a kiss and fond of a guinea,Whose head upon my knee to-nightRests for a while, ...
IHow died Melissa none dares shape in words.A woman who is wife despotic lordsCount faggot at the question, Shall she ...
For unknown ages, mid his wild abode,Speechless *nd rude the human savage trode;By slow degrees expressive sounds acquired,And simple thoughts ...
IN the deep heart of furthest fairyland Where foot of man has never trodden yet The enchanted portals ...
AT length I sickened, standing in the sun Truthful and for the Truth, whose only fees Are madness and sharp ...
At last you yielded up the album, which Once open, sent me distracted. All your ages Matt and glossy on ...
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