Vera (Henry Van Dyke Poems)
IA silent world,-yet full of vital joyUttered in rhythmic movements manifold,And sunbeams flashing on the face of thingsLike sudden smilings ...
IA silent world,-yet full of vital joyUttered in rhythmic movements manifold,And sunbeams flashing on the face of thingsLike sudden smilings ...
Phantom:Thick stands the hill in garb of fir,And winter-stripped the branching shrub.Cold grey the sky, and glistered o'erWith star-dust pulsing ...
"Bury me on the field, boys," and away to the glorious fight,You will come again this way, boys, in your ...
Ah, my lord, are the tidings true,That thy mother's jewels are shapen anew?I hear that a bride has chosen been,The ...
IN His blest name, who was His own creation,Who from all time makes making his vocation;The name of Him who ...
Nature's self's thy Ganymede.Cowley.EVERY bud possessingThat the garden yields,Yet in search of blessingFound in distant fields,Wild inconstant bee,What so false ...
NIGHTINGALE, oh, leave our garden,Where soft dews the blossoms steep ;With thy litanies melodiousCome and sing my son to sleep!Nay, ...
I IDLE stand that I may find employ,Such as my Master when He comes will give;I cannot find in mine ...
Thou, run to the dry on this wayside bank,Too plainly of all the propellers bereft!Quenched youth, and is that thy ...
Over the great windy waters, and over the clear-crested summits, Unto the sun and the sky, and unto the perfecter ...
May: AEgloga Quinta. Palinode & Piers. Palinode.IS not thilke the mery moneth of May, When loue lads masken in fresh ...
THOUGHT AND DEED333 THOU MUST WIN IT HEREHere must thy deed be done.'Twere an undreamed-of thingThat he who wins no ...
HROTHGAR spake, helmet-of-Scyldings: —"Ask not of pleasure! Pain is renewedto Danish folk. Dead is Aeschere,of Yrmenlaf the elder brother,my sage ...
After wearisome toil and much sorrow,How quietly sleep they at last,Neither dreading and fearing the morrow,Nor vainly bemoaning the past!Shall ...
IT was the hour of dew and light;In heaven a conflagration coldOf roses burned, instead of clouds ;There was a ...
Seek not my name—it doth no virtue bear;Seek, seek thine own primeval name to find—The name God called when thy ...
What hast thou seen, O wind,Of beauty or of terror,Surpassing, denied to us,That with precipitate wings,Mad and ecstatical,Thou spurnest the ...
River! that in silence windest Through the meadows, bright and free, Till at length thy rest thou findest In the ...
IN His blest name, who was His own creation, Who from all time makes making his vocation; The name of ...
Now Morn, her rosy steps in the eastern clime Advancing, sowed the earth with orient pearl, When Adam waked, so ...
The Angel ended, and in Adam's ear So charming left his voice, that he a while Thought him still speaking, ...
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