At Lincoln (Oscar Fay Adams Poems)
When I went up the minster tower,The minster clock rang out the hour;The restless organ far belowSent tides of music ...
When I went up the minster tower,The minster clock rang out the hour;The restless organ far belowSent tides of music ...
Oh, there is a being that haunteth my dreamsWhen night sendeth slumber to me,So like thee that of ten in ...
(Holy Trinity Church.)THE hectic autumn's dilatory fire Has turned this lime tree to a sevenfold brand, Which, self consuming, lights the sunless ...
O MORTAL folk, you may behold and seeHow I lie here, sometime a mighty knight;The end of joy and all ...
Lord that is off myghtys most, Fadyr and Sone and Holy Gost,Bryng us out of synneAnd lene us grace so ...
The fields and lanes show fresh and fain Pranked in the jewels of the rain; And the scent that breathes ...
Oh the dear summer evening! How the air is mellow with the delicate breath of flowers and wafts of hay ...
NOTHING is better, I well think, Than love; the hidden well-waterIs not so delicate to drink: This was ...
From Hugo's 'Feuilles d'Automne'.Have you sometimes, calm, silent, let your tread aspirant riseUp to the mountain's summit, in the presence ...
Fields of lucerne and waving wheat,White-washed sheds, and cottage neat,Nesting orchards and mulberry trees,Scented flowers round hives of bees,With the ...
DIM twilight here; and in her singing mind Dim twilight too. Shut in this darkened room, Over whose broad-beamed walls ...
O CITY, look the Eastward way! Beyond thy roofs of shadowy red and grey Floats like a lily on ...
When to the music of Byrd or Tallis,The ruffed boys singing in the blackened stalls,The candles lighting the small bones ...
I leant upon a coppice gate When Frost was spectre-gray, And Winter's dregs made desolate The weakening eye of day. ...
Across the wet November night The church is bright with candlelight And waiting Evensong. A single bell with plaintive strokes ...
Cut down that timber! Bells, too many and strong, Pouring their music through the branches bare, From moon-white church towers ...
Here among long-discarded cassocks, Damp stools, and half-split open hassocks, Here where the vicar never looks I nibble through old ...
If on water and sweet bread Seven years I'll add to life, For me will no blood be shed, No ...
Resign the rhapsody, the dream, To men of larger reach; Be ours the quest of a plain theme, The piety ...
I know a place for loitering feet Deep in the valley where the breeze Makes melody in lichened boughs, And ...
Hot August noon: already on that day Since sunrise through the Wiltshire downs, most sad Of mouth and eye, he ...
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