The Plague In The Forest (John Quincy Adams Poems)
Time was, when round the lion's den,A peopled city raised its head;'Twas not inhabited by men,But by four-footed beasts instead.The ...
Time was, when round the lion's den,A peopled city raised its head;'Twas not inhabited by men,But by four-footed beasts instead.The ...
The secrets of the mind convene splendidly,Though the mind is meek.To be aware inwardlyof brain and beautyIs dark too recognizable.Thought ...
Why should we faint and fear to live alone, Since all alone, so Heaven has willed, we die,Nor e'en the tenderest ...
BLOW lovely rose-the breath of ZephyrSoftly fans thy glowing breast:Blow, lovely rose, the bush adorning,Till by Chloe's hand carest,She place ...
Waters of Elle! thy limpid streams are flowing, smooth and untroubled, through the flow'ry vale:O'er thy green banks once more, the ...
To gaze at a river made of time and waterAnd remember Time is another river.To know we stray like a ...
1.HOW soft the breeze of night is stealingAlong the smooth wave's glassy breast,It seems unto the Soul of feeling,To breathe ...
1.HAST thou not seen in April's changeful skyThe sudden cloud o'ercast the smiling day?So steals the tear into the pensive ...
O Nature! all-sufficient! over all!Enrich me with the knowledge of Thy works!Snatch me to heaven; Thy rolling wonders there,World beyond ...
Can I, my friend, with thee condole?— Can I conceive the woes that try men,When late repentance racks the soul ...
WHEN I'm dead, and silent lying,Should you in an hour of aweGaze upon me, softly sighing,Back the solemn curtain draw;But ...
HOW soft are the day dreams, how sweet are the slumbers Of him who reclines on the lap of ...
When camp is moved, at break of day,Then comes old Packer Bill--a kingWho rules, with most despotic sway,The while he ...
Late in the day the fogwrung itself out like a spongein glades of rain,sieving the half-invisiblecove with speartips;then, in a ...
The secrets of the mind convene splendidly, Though the mind is meek. To be aware inwardly of brain and beauty ...
I've seen a Dying Eye Run round and round a Room -- In search of Something -- as it seemed ...
I. THE GARDEN. ABOVE the city hung the moon, Right o'er a plot of ground Where flowers and orchard-trees were ...
To gaze at a river made of time and water And remember Time is another river. To know we stray ...
The bell struck one, and shook the silent tower; The graves give up their dead: fair Elenor Walk'd by the ...
Can I, my friend, with thee condole?-- Can I conceive the woes that try men, When late repentance racks the ...
Four billion people on this earth, but my imagination is the way it's always been: bad with large numbers. It ...
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