Second Address to the Moon (James Hurdis Poems)
Moon that so fairly risest from the crown Of yon high oak, and wast so fondly pray'd To fill thy orb with ...
Moon that so fairly risest from the crown Of yon high oak, and wast so fondly pray'd To fill thy orb with ...
Men of money, shrewd and skill'd In putting capital to nurse,Ready to pull down streets, or build, If either helps to fill ...
Thou saddened one whose longing eyes Seek quickening thoughts to glean, Whose views of Christ, the Heavenly prize, Clouds often veer between, That rapture ...
Dark hours of tearless, sleepless grief,Of woe, denied the soft reliefOf tears, to soothe the burning smartThat throbs and festers ...
FOR every sin that comes before the light,And leaves an outward blemish on the soul,How many, darker, cower out of ...
The image of the evening is so ascetic.It is sad but good, my Lord!Around the sun St.Francis' wounds,The lilac trees ...
MEDICINE me,O Friend-of-the-Soul-of-Man,With purging waters!For my soul festersAnd an odor of corruptionBetrays me to disaster.As a place of carrionWhere buzzards ...
Is it so, that the sword is broken, Our sword, that was halfway drawn?Is it so, that the light ...
.Comrades, leave me here a little, while as yet 't is early morn: Leave me here, and when you want ...
Now that the gods are dead-where shall we find us a god?Myths of the Greek Olympus have sunk in the ...
A BLISTERED span of blazing sand, A burning arch of sky . . . Despair and Death on either hand ...
CAN we not consecrate To man and God above This volume of our great Supernal tide of love? 'Twere wrong ...
DARK as the wintry midnight is my soul; sad and tempestuous. Fain would I sit upon the stern brow'd rock, ...
WHERE is the fount of sweeter flow, Replenish'd by the fost'ring skies,Than that which springs at others' woe ...
Her sleeping head with its great gelid mass of serpents torpidly astir burned into the mirroring shield-- a scathing image ...
i don't know what you're up to yet but for me you wouldn't exist (not on this page anyway - ...
SO grieves th' adventurous merchant, when he throws All the long toil'd-for treasure his ship stows Into the angry main, ...
What is it to grow old? Is it to lose the glory of the form, The lustre of the eye? ...
for J.L.D. Why should we do this? What good is it to us? Above all, how can we do such ...
Comrades, leave me here a little, while as yet 't is early morn: Leave me here, and when you want ...
Is it so, that the sword is broken, Our sword, that was halfway drawn? Is it so, that the light ...
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