Contrasted Songs: Song Of The Going Away (Jean Ingelow Poems)
“Old man, upon the green hillside, With yellow flowers besprinkled o’er,How long in silence wilt thou bide At this low stone door?“I ...
“Old man, upon the green hillside, With yellow flowers besprinkled o’er,How long in silence wilt thou bide At this low stone door?“I ...
Much it behovethEach one of mortals,That he his soul's journeyIn himself ponder,How deep it may be.When Death cometh,The bonds he ...
Again the minstrel's rebeck toucheth the heart profoundly;For it discovereth new and fresh strains of melodious harmony.Leave the monk in ...
Ah! the pleasant time hath vanished, ere our wretched doubtingsbanished,All the graceful spirit-people, children of the earth and sea,Whom in ...
(ON THE SEVEN LAST WORDS)IAnd is it well what one hath said?-'Ye who shall watch beside my bed,Get music, not ...
The shore-boat lies in the morning light, By the good ship ready for sailing;The skies are clear, and the dawn ...
(ll. 1002-1005) Then the Lord of glory spake unto Cain, and askedwhere Abel was. Quickly the cursed fashioner of death ...
Waileth a woman, "O my God!"A breaking heart in a broken breath,A hopeless cry o'er her heart-hope's death!Can words catch ...
Strange Sea! why is it that you never rest? And tell me why you never go to sleep?Thou art like ...
(THE TALE)Cometh the Wind from the garden, fragrant and full of sweet singing—Under my tree where I sit cometh the ...
Who hath heard the legions tramping? Who hath heard the chargers champing? Who hath looked upon the arming ...
Grant, Lord, her prayer, and let her go;She crieth after us.Nay, to the dogs ye cast it so;Serve not a ...
THE human soul that crieth at thy gates, Of man or woman, alien or akin, 'Tis thine own Self that ...
Women ben full of Ragerie,Yet swinken not sans secresie.Thilke Moral shall ye understond,From Schoole-boy's Tale of fayre Irelond:Which to the ...
When the merry lark doth gildWith his song the summer hours,And their nests the swallows buildIn the roofs and tops ...
Never the long wind dieth, Never, never, But sigheth, crieth, In its old endeavor, Where the ...
Nightingales warble about it, All night under blossom and star;The wild swan is dying without it, And the eagle crieth ...
Yes, the Year is growing old, And his eye is pale and bleared! Death, with frosty hand and cold, Plucks ...
(THE TALE) Cometh the Wind from the garden, fragrant and full of sweet singing-- Under my tree where I sit ...
You left me with the autumn time; When the winter stripped the forest bare, Then dressed it in his spotless ...
Chapter I. Once on a time, a Dawn, all red and bright Leapt on the conquered ramparts of the Night, ...
© 2020 Inspirational Stories