Lamentations of Jeremiah I: Sorrows of Captive Zion (Prophet Jeremiah Poems)
1 How doth the city sit solitary,that was full of people!How is she become as a widow!She that was great ...
1 How doth the city sit solitary,that was full of people!How is she become as a widow!She that was great ...
In the far-off Polar seas,Far beyond the Hebrides,Where the icebergs, towering high,Seem to pierce the wintry sky,And the fur-clad EsquimauxGlides ...
Draw near, and behold him now, with a clod beneath his head,Who could not sleep upon a bed, without a ...
All through the cold night, beating wings shadowy Sweep o'er the church-village poor,--Only one Grandam a hundred years hoary, Findeth her slumber ...
Calm on the breast of Loch MareeA little isle reposes;A shadow woven of the oakAnd willow o'er it closes.Within, a ...
Man is a thirsty beggarBeside the well of life.Perforce he must drink, and die.Man is a weary beggarUpon the roadway ...
Now dandelions in the short, new grass,Through all their rapid stages daily pass;No bee yet visits them; each has its ...
Part 1. St. Mark's hushed abbey heardThrough prayers a roar and din;A brawling voice did shout, "Knave shaveling, let me ...
Harun Omar and Master Hafiz keep your dead beautiful ladies. Mine is a little lovelier than any of your ladies ...
THOUGHT AND DEED333 THOU MUST WIN IT HEREHere must thy deed be done.'Twere an undreamed-of thingThat he who wins no ...
Can you tell me where has hid her Pretty Maid July?I would swear one day ago She passed by,I would ...
As a child in some far and quiet placeBy earth scarce stirr'dGrows shy as is some forest bird,And almost feareth ...
The Rock-a-By Lady from Hushaby streetComes stealing; comes creeping;The poppies they hang from her head to her feet,And each hath ...
"THE WINTER being over, In order comes the Spring, Which doth green herbs discover, And cause the birds ...
Nature, to him no message dost thou bearWho in thy beauty findeth not the powerTo gird himself more strongly for ...
THE soft wind blows Across the snows, And turns the palest face to rose; The wind it goes Where no ...
The sickness of desire, that in dark days Looks on the imagination of despair, Forgetteth man, and stinteth God his ...
'Twas at that hour of beauty when the setting sun squandereth his cloudy bed with rosy hues, to flood his ...
"As certain also of your own poets have said"-- (Acts 17.28) Cleon the poet (from the sprinkled isles, Lily on ...
All hail to the Rev. George Gilfillan of Dundee, He is the greatest preacher I did ever hear or see. ...
Through thick Arcadian woods a hunter went, Following the beasts upon a fresh spring day; But since his horn-tipped bow ...
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