Spring: Friday Morning (John Bowring Poems)
Sing thy Creator's praise, and ownHim greatest—wisest—God alone;He wraps himself in robes of light,And, clothed in garments pure and bright,Of ...
Sing thy Creator's praise, and ownHim greatest—wisest—God alone;He wraps himself in robes of light,And, clothed in garments pure and bright,Of ...
George Stephenson, the heroic son of Britain's hardy race,The world this day holds festival, his grand career to trace;And proudly ...
I. When I look into thy eyes, Bright as are Italian skies, Skies that clouds may never dull, Large, and blue, and beautiful- What, though ...
Lo! he is gone; star-crowned and clean of tears,With Fame's immortal blossoms on his hair.He met Death's kiss; tonight the ...
No stone is set to mark his nation's loss, No stately tomb enshrines his noble breast;Not e'en the tribute of a ...
Pause where apart the fallen sparrow lies,And lightly tread;For there the pity of a Father's eyesEnshrines the dead. (John Bannister ...
Ladies and gentlemen: I take this opportunityTo introduce myself and mention that, much as we may deplore the fact, we ...
Now the high holocaust of hours is done,And all the west empurpled with their death,How swift oblivion drinks the fallen ...
SAY not the Poet dies! Though in the dust he lies, He cannot forfeit his melodious breath, Unsphered by envious ...
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