A Suffering God (Joseph Horatio Chant Poems)
Man is like God in miniature, When he is at his best;His motives and impulses pure, His heart and will at rest;No ...
Man is like God in miniature, When he is at his best;His motives and impulses pure, His heart and will at rest;No ...
I.Ghosts of the dead! have I not heard your yellingRise on the night-rolling breath of the blast,When o'er the dark ...
Behold me, a composite of all atoms.The core of life is within me;Behold, I am "Spirit and Matter."The elements of ...
Below the hills fly flags and banners,Above the hilltops sounds bugles and drums.The foe encircles us thousands strong,Steadfastly we stand ...
IHe who has looked upon EarthDeeper than flower and fruit,Losing some hue of his mirth,As the tree striking rock at ...
Low in the West, a banner floating wide Of God's own colors hangs in dreamy pride; A wealth of purple ...
A rose in the high garden you desire.A wheel in the pure syntax of steel.The mountain stripped bare of Impressionist ...
"On hill and field October's glories fade;O'er hill and field the blackbirds southward fly; The brown leaves rustle down tbe ...
TO lead a life divine? This is the question which, with upward strife, Earth to herself proposes, asking ever, "How ...
Here have I stood, the pride of the park,In winter with snow on my frozen bark;In spring 'mong the flowers ...
Four elements, joined in Harmonious strife, Shadow the world forth, And typify life. Into the goblet The lemon's juice pour; ...
She dwells by Great Kenhawa's side, In valleys green and cool; And all her hope and all her pride Are ...
in the wares before you spread, Types of all things may be read. 'NEATH the shadow Of these bushes, On ...
Here on the slopes of hills, facing the dusk and the cannon of time Close to the gardens of broken ...
1 I WANDER all night in my vision, Stepping with light feet, swiftly and noiselessly stepping and stopping, Bending with ...
Four elements, joined in Harmonious strife, Shadow the world forth, And typify life. Into the goblet The lemon's juice pour; ...
I. "Another day, Ah! me, a day "Of dreary Sorrow is begun! "And still I loath the temper'd ray, "And ...
THE WINDS, the stars, and the skies though wrought By the heavenly King yet know it not; And man who ...
Type of the antique Rome! Rich reliquary Of lofty contemplation left to Time By buried centuries of pomp and power! ...
Never, never again? Not on nights filled with quivering stars, or during dawn's maiden brightness or afternoons of sacrifice? Or ...
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