My Garden (John Lawson Stoddard Poems)
Sweet garden, wreathed in fruits and flowers,And domed by blue Tyrolean skies,Within thy rose-encircled bowers,Secluded from all curious eyes,I find ...
Sweet garden, wreathed in fruits and flowers,And domed by blue Tyrolean skies,Within thy rose-encircled bowers,Secluded from all curious eyes,I find ...
"Wake, arm Divine! awake, Eye of the only Wise! Now for Thy glory's sake, Saviour and God, arise,And may Thine ear, that sealed ...
Shrine of my mind, my Library!Each morn I greet thee with delight,When, soul-refreshed, I bring to theeThe benediction of the ...
Prophet of God, arise and takeWith thee the words of wrath divine, The scourge of Heaven, to shake O'er yon apostate shrine.Where ...
In my loggia bright I watch to-nightThe full moon sailing by;From a crystal creek in a glaciered peakIt slipped to ...
Males perverse, schooled to condemnWomen by your witless laws,Though forsooth you are prime causeOf that which you blame in them:If ...
LIKE to the leaf that falls, Like to the rose that fades, Thou art-and still art not!We whom this thought enthralls, We whom ...
Out there beside the garden wallI glimpse belated asters blowing;Yet I don't mourn the summer's goingOr weep the ruin of ...
Jerusalem! high tower thy glorious walls,would God I were in thee!Desire of thee my longing heart enthralls,desire at home to ...
OBERMAIS Obermais! Obermais! Charming bit of Paradise,Where the palm and snow are blended,Where life's joys seem never ended,Where the purl of limpid ...
What holy rites Mohammed's laws ordain,What various duties bind his faithful train,—What pious zeal his scatter'd tribes unitesIn fix'd observance ...
On Santa Croce's golden-pillared shrine, A thousand tapers pour their blended rays In one rich tide of radiance. Like a ...
THOU glorious mocker of the world! I hear ...
I (_Before He Comes_) Sweet under swooning blue and mellow mist September waves of forest overflow The hills with crimson, ...
THERE, close the door!I shall not need these lodgings any more.Now that I go, dismantled wall and floorReproach me and ...
Why is there in the least touch of her hands More grace than other women's lips bestow, If love ...
Now overhead,Where the rivulet loiters and stops,The bittersweet hangs from the topsOf the alders and cherriesIts bunches of beautiful berries,Orange ...
THE old house lies lonely amid the trees, Unloved, unregretted in the growing dusk. Till Night and her shadows its ...
Home, to the hills and the rough, running water;Home, to the plain folk and cold winds again.Oh, I am only ...
Let me for somewhere I should stroll Bid thee farewell. You, eternal wonder that enthralls my soul, will always tolls ...
Deep in th' abyss where frantic horror bides, In thickest mists of vapours fell, Where wily Serpents hissing glare And ...
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