The Last Bison (Charles Mair Poems)
Eight years have fled since, in the wilderness,I drew the rein to rest my comrade there-My supple, clean-limbed pony of ...
Eight years have fled since, in the wilderness,I drew the rein to rest my comrade there-My supple, clean-limbed pony of ...
O, ye have lost, Mountains, and moors, and meads, the radiant throng That peopled your green solitudes, and filled The ...
Thou glorious lamp of Space! Thou that dost flood The void of heaven with brightness! in thy glow Unnumbered worlds, ...
OH , read the lovely melting Song,Till all your inward soul is mov'd ;And as we range these groves among,We'll ...
COLD philosophers, so aptWith your formulas exacting,In your problems so enwrapt,And your theories distracting;Webs of metaphysic doubtOn your wheels forever ...
The year has lost its leaves again,The world looks old and grim;God folds His robe of glory thus,That we may ...
IAnother life from Life's Fountain,Hath flowed through thy life into being,And entered a deathless existence.The sun may go down in ...
Late MEMBER for AMERSHAM, BUCKS. HOW does the voice of woe, in accents wild,To wound the list'ning ear sad sounds ...
Beauty complete, and majesty divine,In all thy works, ador'd Creator, shine.Where'er I cast my wond'ring eyes around,The God I seek ...
The evening passes fast away.'Tis almost time to rest;What thoughts has left the vanished day,What feelings in thy breast?The vanished ...
IWHILE baby Spring sticks daisies in her hair, Or Summer laughs with flushed triumphant face We ...
CELESTIAL guest whose holy touch, True beauty can bestow;From thee youth's sweet expanding flower, Receives its finest glow.Thine ...
Fountain of never ceasing grace,Thy saints' exhaustless theme,Great object of immortal praise,Essentially supreme;We bless Thee for the glorious fruitsThine incarnation ...
The time is twilight and the season Spring. A soft moist air with odours of the soil Is tilled, and ...
Behold you the beam On yonder tide,As it gently plays On the vessel's side?The white sails are spread, ...
——— The year has runIts round of seasons, has fulfilled its course,Absolved its destined period, and is borne,Silent and swift, ...
Go forth in life, oh friend! not seeking love; A mendicant, that with imploring eye And outstretched hand asks of ...
I.Above me snows and ice-crags, and aroundThe Cordilleras towering, grand and stern;- Near me a stream over the black rocks ...
There are who lord it o'er their fellow-men With most prevailing tinsel: who unpen Their baaing vanities, to browse away ...
The evening passes fast away, 'Tis almost time to rest; What thoughts has left the vanished day, What feelings, in ...
MYSELF and mine gymnastic ever, To stand the cold or heat-to take good aim with a gun-to sail a boat-to ...
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