Winter Thoughts (John Critchley Prince Poems)
Stern Winter! stormy, sullen, cold, and dun,Thou joyless outcast from the genial sun,Thou gloomiest offspring of the rolling year,With front ...
Stern Winter! stormy, sullen, cold, and dun,Thou joyless outcast from the genial sun,Thou gloomiest offspring of the rolling year,With front ...
ON Kilda's rock a man of pensive mien,Sat thoughtful, gazing on the restless deep,And as he mark'd with what a ...
O'er her death-bedWith sobs I hung,Wild, idle sobs, and in my lonely painKiss'd the dead face again and yet again,And ...
An Ode for MusicWhen Music, heavenly maid, was young,While yet in early Greece she sung,The Passions oft, to hear her ...
At twilight in beautiful summers,When all the dew is shed,And all the singers and hummersAre safe at home in bed,In ...
Where the strength of dry thunder splits hill-rocks asunder,And the shouts of the desert-wind break,By the gullies of deepness and ...
A BalladAll decked with fineryShe stands, in purple dressed;A satin ribbon coyIs hidden in her breast.And playfully there glowSweet roses ...
'Tis raging noon; and, vertical, the sunDarts on the head direct his forceful rays.O'er heaven and earth, far as the ...
When my breast labours with oppressive care,And o'er my cheek descends the falling tear:While all my warring passions are at ...
I seem to have loved you in numberless forms, numberless times.In life after life, in age after age, forever.My spellbound ...
v.13-20C. M.Praise to God for hearing prayer.Now shall my solemn vows be paidTo that Almighty Power,That heard the long requests ...
I. OF all that men with zeal and ardour chace, Pour'd here and there on life's promiscuous ground,Some points are ...
Woe to the House of Breffni, and to Red O'Ruark woe! Woe to us all in Erinn for the shame ...
O YOU who at lighter afflictions repine,Arrest your complainings and list ye to mine,And you who can sorrow for every ...
Love and laughter lead you Down the pathways of the year, And may each morning feed you From the golden ...
On the far horizon waved some flicker of lightMy heart, a city of suffering, awoke in a state of dreamMy ...
No cloud, no relique of the sunken day Distinguishes the West, no long thin slip Of sullen light, no obscure ...
PART I 'Tis the middle of night by the castle clock And the owls have awakened the crowing cock; Tu-whit!- ...
It is a sultry day; the sun has drank The dew that lay upon the morning grass, There is no ...
IT'S forth across the roaring foam, and on towards the west, It's many a lonely league from home, o'er many ...
It seemed that out of the battle I escaped Down some profound dull tunnel, long since scooped Through granites which ...
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