Peace (Henry Van Dyke Poem)
I IN EXCELSIS Two dwellings, Peace, are thine. One is the mountain-height, Uplifted in the loneliness of light Beyond the ...
I IN EXCELSIS Two dwellings, Peace, are thine. One is the mountain-height, Uplifted in the loneliness of light Beyond the ...
I PRELUDE Daughter of Psyche, pledge of that last night When, pierced with pain and bitter-sweet delight, She knew her ...
Lord Jesus, Thou hast known A mother's love and tender care: And Thou wilt hear, while for my own Mother ...
As the sweet sweat of roses in a still, As that which from chafed musk-cats' pores doth trill, As the ...
I fix mine eye on thine, and there Pity my picture burning in thine eye; My picture drowned in a ...
Mark but this flea, and mark in this, How little that which thou deny'st me is; It sucked me first, ...
If He were living -- dare I ask -- And how if He be dead -- And so around the ...
How happy is the little Stone That rambles in the Road alone, And doesn't care about Careers And Exigencies never ...
How do you win a football game? Not by skill alone or clever plays, in modern days the game has ...
Were I not a patriot, which of course I am, I would explain just how the term remains a sticking ...
My thoughts are like the boots randomly arrayed in the rack outside the window, some in pairs neatly stacked, comfortably ...
The new-born child of gospel grace, Like some fair tree when summer's nigh, Beneath Emmanuel's shining face Lifts up his ...
Sin enslaved me many years, And led me bound and blind; Till at length a thousand fears Came swarming o'er ...
Oh that those lips had language! Life has pass'd With me but roughly since I heard thee last. Those lips ...
(Exodus, xv.26) Heal us, Emmanuel! here we are, Waiting to feel Thy touch: Deep-wounded souls to Thee repair And, Saviour, ...
Most explicit-- the sense of trap as a narrowing cone one's got stuck into and any movement forward simply wedges ...
Friend of the Wise ! and Teacher of the Good ! Into my heart have I received that Lay More ...
Its mother being tethered near it Poor little Foal of an oppress?d race! I love the languid patience of thy ...
Come queen of months in company Wi all thy merry minstrelsy The restless cuckoo absent long And twittering swallows chimney ...
Up this green woodland-ride let's softly rove, And list the nightingale- she dwells just here. Hush ! let the wood-gate ...
The landscape sleeps in mist from morn till noon; And, if the sun looks through, 'tis with a face Beamless ...
The frog half fearful jumps across the path, And little mouse that leaves its hole at eve Nimbles with timid ...
Let me introduce to you my poetry: it's an island flying from book to book searching for the page where ...
1 They that in play can do the thing they would, Having an instinct throned in reason's place, --And every ...
Lough, vessel, plough the British main, Seek the free ocean's wider plain; Leave English scenes and English skies, Unbind, dissever ...
Oh! could I hope the wise and pure in heart Might hear my song without a frown, nor deem My ...
I had eight birds hatched in one nest, Four cocks there were, and hens the rest. I nursed them up ...
1 Sometime now past in the Autumnal Tide, 2 When Ph{oe}bus wanted but one hour to bed, 3 The trees ...
Thin as a sheet his mother came to him during the screaming evenings after he did it, touched F.J.'s dead ...
I. The morn when first it thunders in March, The eel in the pond gives a leap, they say: As ...
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