The Children’s Dance (John Wilson Poems)
How calm and beautiful the frosty nightHas stolen unnoticed like the hush of sleepO'er Grassmere-vale! Beneath the mellowing lightHow sinks ...
How calm and beautiful the frosty nightHas stolen unnoticed like the hush of sleepO'er Grassmere-vale! Beneath the mellowing lightHow sinks ...
I.1 . The fading beam of parting day Forsakes the western sky, Now shines Diana's gentler ray With virgin majesty; Her face with milder glory ...
I.1. The fading gleam of parting day Forsakes the western sky, Now shines Diana's chaster ray With virgin majesty; Her face with milder glory bright Pales ...
How sweet and solemn, all alone,With reverend steps, from stone to stoneIn a small village churchyard lying,O'er intervening flowers to ...
'Twas summer,-- through the opening grassThe joyous flowers upsprang,The birds in all their different tribesLoud in the woodlands sang:Then forth ...
Hail, glorious morn! whose radiant beams, Looked down on Christ's nativity,For every year thy presence teems With joy and glad festivity.On Judea's ...
Mohan's begun to say 'Maiya Maiya,'And 'Baba Baba' to Nanda,Balaram He's calling 'baiya'From atop the house Yasoda shoutsTaking the name ...
To die for what we love! Oh! there is powerIn the true heart, and pride, and joy, for this;It is ...
Late, late, in the October afternoon,The monks sat listening spellbound in the choir;The voice went ringing on, a lovely tune,A ...
When Champlain with his faithful band Came o'er the stormy waveTo dwell within this lonely land, Their hearts were blithe ...
First Entry - 1832.WITH eager hand I ope' the book,And on a smooth, white series look,Of shrines for thoughts of ...
BROAD level fields, and hedges thick with trees, A calm still evening dropping fitful rain, And hawthorns loaded with their ...
Obedient daily dress, You cannot always keep That unfakable young surface. You must learn your lines - Anger, amusement, sleep; ...
Muse of my native land! loftiest Muse! O first-born on the mountains! by the hues Of heaven on the spiritual ...
wherever there's a tear in the fabric around weymouth - portland appears from abbotsbury hill it's just a long thin ...
(1) a great man there was a great man so great he couldn't be criticised in the light who died ...
Not under foreign skies Nor under foreign wings protected - I shared all this with my own people There, where ...
Beauty and Beauty's son and rosemary - Venus and Love, her son, to speak plainly - born of the sea ...
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