Fons Parnassi. (The Solace Of Song) (Martin Farquhar Tupper Poems)
I.Ever babbling, ever bubbling, Bright as light and calmly clear,Cure for every trial troubling, Solace ever new and near, Fons Parnassi! free and ...
I.Ever babbling, ever bubbling, Bright as light and calmly clear,Cure for every trial troubling, Solace ever new and near, Fons Parnassi! free and ...
Thy clustering leaves are steeped in splendour; No evening red, no morning dun,Can show a hue as rich and tender As thine ...
Dear Wanderer-The sky is gray,With flecks of blueThe clouds rush over.A bird is singingFar away,And butterfliesTaste of the clover.Under the ...
Who is he that swiftly comes In the lovely silence of night?-I know him by his sparkling plumes, That shine in the ...
Where is thy dwelling-place? Echo of sweetness,Seraph of tenderness, where is thy home?Angel of happiness, herald of fleetness,Thou hast the ...
I was again beside thee in a dream: Earth was so beautiful, the moon was shining;The muffled voice of many a ...
LONG, swinging bells of pomegranate!O orange-buds, falling as snow!O singing of lark and of linnet -Singing high in the leaves, ...
The more we live, more brief appearOur life's succeeding stages;A day to childhood seems a year,And years like passing ages.The ...
With all the fairest angels nearest God,The ineffable true of heart around the throne,There shall I find you waiting when ...
O how wise that God hath hidden All the future from our view!O how well that 'tis forbidden Coming darkness to look ...
But when Endymion, wandering alone,With youth and love of loveliness forlorn,Being greatly sorrowful with beauty, cameUpon the silence of a ...
THE BRIDE'S FAREWELL.Osmotar, the bride-instructor,Gives the wedding-guests this counsel,Speaks these measures to the bridegroom:"Ilmarinen, artist-brother,Best of all my hero-brothers,Of my ...
Oklahoma! Oklahoma! Land, O, land of the Fair God, Land where ancient, savage races Through barbarian ages trod! ...
The Wife Child, why do you linger beside her portal? None shall hear you now if you knock or clamor* ...
There be poets in plenty have sung in the praiseOf the famous old names out of Old Navy days,Of Victory, ...
Is it some shade from Paradise, Shut down beneath the clouding skies, This wandering voice that ever cries In its ...
Out of childhood into manhood Now had grown my Hiawatha, Skilled in all the craft of hunters, Learned in all ...
How do you win a football game? Not by skill alone or clever plays, in modern days the game has ...
The more we live, more brief appear Our life's succeeding stages; A day to childhood seems a year, And years ...
1 They that in play can do the thing they would, Having an instinct throned in reason's place, --And every ...
Return to greet me, colours that were my joy, Not in the woeful crimson of men slain, But shining as ...
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