The Hermitage (John Wilson Poems)
Stranger! this lonely glen in ancient timesWas named the glen of blood; nor Christian feetBy night or day, from these ...
Stranger! this lonely glen in ancient timesWas named the glen of blood; nor Christian feetBy night or day, from these ...
Oh Fancy, hither bend thy flight,Hither steer thy car of light,Tho' its rainbow colours fleeEre they have shone a moment ...
When first in ancient time, from Jubal's tongueThe tuneful anthem filled the morning air,To sacred hymnings and elysian songHis music-breathing ...
Why is it we grasp at the shadow That flits from us swift as thought,While the real that maketh the shadow Stands ...
WHILE in my simple gospel creedThat "God is Love" so plain I read,Shall dreams of heathen birth affrightMy pathway through ...
Here rest the weary oar! -- soft airs Breathe out in the o'erarching sky;And Night!-- sweet Night -- serenely wears A smile ...
Tis borne on the zephyr at eventide's hour; It falls on the heart like the dew on the flower,-- An infinite essence ...
IWhere West Point crouches, and with lifted shield Turns the whole river eastward through the pass;Whose jutting crags, half silver, ...
Musing on the fate of Daphne,Many feelings urged my breast,For the God so keen desiring,And the Nymph so deep distrest.Never ...
Sweet twining hedgeflowers wind-stirred in no wiseOn this June day; and hand that clings in hand:-Still glades; and meeting faces ...
As one who wanders on a desert plain. An arid waste of dead sterility, Then finds a green oasis suddenly. ...
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