The Life Beyond (Gerald Massey Poems)
ALTHOUGH its features fade in light of unimagined bliss,We have shadowy revealings of the Better World in this.A little glimpse, ...
ALTHOUGH its features fade in light of unimagined bliss,We have shadowy revealings of the Better World in this.A little glimpse, ...
THE day's sharp strife is ended now,Our work is done, God knoweth how!As on the thronged, unrestful townThe patience of ...
O marvel! that All-holy God, The Lord,The glorious King by heaven and earth adored,Monarch of those bright million worlds above,And ...
The blank, exhausting pleasure leaves, Nought but the power of truth can fill,When disappointed virtue grieves O'er hopeless purpose, helpless will:No light ...
Sweet! I have seen a river's barren bed, With just one line of heaven-reflecting light, That once from a pure bubbling fountain-head Had ...
Juan Ponce de Leon, by the Devil led,With years weighed down and crammed with antique lore,Seeing age branch his stubby ...
Low-anchored cloud,Newfoundland air,Fountain-head and source of rivers,Dew-cloth, dream-drapery,And napkin spread by fays;Drifting meadow of the air,Where bloom the daisied banks ...
Low-anchored cloud,Newfoundland air,Fountain-head and source of rivers,Dew-cloth, dream-drapery,And napkin spread by fays;Drifting meadow of the air,Where bloom the daisied banks ...
Each separate life is fedFrom many a fountain-head:Tides that we never knowInto our being flow,And rays of the remotest starConverge ...
THE BODY Call in the dancers. THE SOUL All is vain. We live, and living is the pain We die ...
IThe sister Hours in circles linked,Daughters of men, of men the mates,Are gone on flow with the day that winked,With ...
All the comforts of life in a Tavern are known,'Tis his home who possesses not one of his own;And to ...
IRise up, Lord,And let Thine enemies be scattered,And let them that hate Thee flee before Thee!As the dispersion of smoke-drift,Thou ...
I'm weary of this weather and I hanker for the waysWhich people read of in the psalms and preachers paraphrase--The ...
Not in this green retreatHowever beautiful, while Summer launchesHer odors and soft airs through swaying branches;—Though wild flowers court our ...
Hence, all you vain delights,As short as are the nightsWherein you spend your folly!There's nought in this life sweet,If man ...
My days are as a garden, where the dustOf acrid fruits of Sodom sows the ground,And bows vermillion lillies lofty-crowned,Or ...
So, heralded by Reason, Faith may treadThe darkened vale, the dolorous paths of night,In the great thought secure that life ...
I break the mirror waterwise,Shattering reflected skiesAbove our pool. I cannot bearThat any cloud be perfecterThan that which, breathing, lives ...
How beautiful is the rain! After the dust and heat, In the broad and fiery street, In the narrow lane, ...
Low-anchored cloud, Newfoundland air, Fountain-head and source of rivers, Dew-cloth, dream-drapery, And napkin spread by fays; Drifting meadow of the ...
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