Ode To Autumn (Emma Lyon Poems)
FAREWEL , sweet shelter of the vernal grove, For lo! sad Autumn, desolating pow'r!Along the vales thy faded beauties ...
FAREWEL , sweet shelter of the vernal grove, For lo! sad Autumn, desolating pow'r!Along the vales thy faded beauties ...
AND hath thy soul forsook her suffering clay?Doth the chill tomb enwrap thy grief-worn frame?Closed are those eyes which beam'd ...
THE balmy comforts that are fled To me no more return, Though Nature's sweets around are shed, Amid those sweets ...
I round the threshold wandering here, Vainly the tempest and the rain invoke, That they may keep my lady prisoner. ...
Written at Exmouth, Midsummer, 1795. FALL, dews of Heaven, upon my burning breast,Bathe with cool drops these ever-streaming eyes,Ye gentle ...
HOW beautiful upon the mountains are The feet of Love, beneath whose tread there grows The verdure that is herald ...
Drifting on Life's stormy sea, Tossed by raging wind and wave, Jesus, me from shipwreck save,Dearest Lord, my pilot be.Thou ...
'T is so much joy! 'T is so much joy!If I should fail, what poverty! And yet, as poor as ...
"GATHER all kindreds of this boundless realm To speak a common tongue in thee! Be thou- Heart, pulse, and ...
I would my soul were like the bird That dares the vastness undeterred. Look, where the bluebird on the bough ...
Give me but the energy, That guides thy dauntless will;Give me but thy ardent hope, That no reverse can chill;Thy ...
From the wheel and the drift of Things Deliver us, Good Lord, And we will face the wrath of Kings, ...
BOOK I Deep in the shady sadness of a vale Far sunken from the healthy breath of morn, Far from ...
Fair stood the wind for France, When we our sails advance; Nor now to prove our chance Longer will tarry; ...
FAIR stood the wind for France When we our sails advance, Nor now to prove our chance Longer will tarry; ...
Fair stood the wind for France When we our sails advance, Nor now to prove our chance Longer will tarry; ...
Come, Reason, come! each nerve rebellious bind, Lull the fierce tempest of my fev'rish soul; Come, with the magic of ...
Sir Robert the Bruce at Bannockburn Beat the English in every wheel and turn, And made them fly in great ...
'Twas in the year of 1884, and on Saturday the 20th of September, Which the inhabitants of Dundee will long ...
All night the dreadless Angel, unpursued, Through Heaven's wide champain held his way; till Morn, Waked by the circling Hours, ...
My very good landlady, Mistress Van Kleeck, (For the tears that o'erwhelm me I scarcely can speak) I know that ...
© 2020 Inspirational Stories