Luther’s Hymn, In Eight Practical Rules (Martin Luther Poems)
I.'Tis not too arduous an essay,To tread resolved the gospel-way;The sensual instinct to control,And warm with purer fire the soul.Nature ...
I.'Tis not too arduous an essay,To tread resolved the gospel-way;The sensual instinct to control,And warm with purer fire the soul.Nature ...
Of A Virginia Slave Mother To Her Daughters Sold Into Southern BondageGone, gone, — sold and goneTo the rice-swamp dank ...
Out beyond Aldgate is a road,And a broad,Clean, noble thing it runs,For the sun'sAnd wind's and man's delight,And the high ...
Direct your glass towards the frigates.The clock's hands are stayed this quarter-hour.You have one more skull to caressBefore the routing ...
SIMON the Cyrenean bore The Cross of Christ up Calvary Hill.Blessed be Simon's lot before Honour and ease and world's good-willYou,--you would ...
And I would have you clad like dominoesIn every stripe and lozenge you would dare,A gauged discord, irregular and clair,Or ...
Strike from that laborer's limbs his chain!In the fierce sun the iron burns!By night, it fills his dreams with pain;By ...
THE GENTLEMAN FARMER.Gwyn was a farmer, whom the farmers all,Who dwelt around, "the Gentleman" would call;Whether in pure humility or ...
Paraphrased From David's Psalms. Psalm XIX.THE arched heavens ere since the birth of timeInstruct the earth, in characters sublime, ...
Lest that by any means When I have preached to others I myself Should be a ...
Poet Oh, my soul! the draught is bitter Yet it must be sweetly drunken: Heart and ...
Can I, my friend, with thee condole?— Can I conceive the woes that try men,When late repentance racks the soul ...
Poets sing and fables tell us,Or old folk lore whispers low,Of the origin of all things,Of the spring from whence ...
Ars LongaOur hopes are wild imaginings, Our schemes are airy castles,Yet these, on earth, are lords and ...
When I must come to you, O my God, I pray It be some dusty-roaded holiday, And even as in ...
His greatness hath not left him; till the years Have won the nation from her children dead, And robbed ...
So here's your Empire. No more wine, then? Good. We'll clear the Aides and khitmatgars away. (You'll know that fat ...
The prosperous and beautiful To me seem not to wear The yoke of conscience masterful, Which galls me everywhere. I ...
Of A Virginia Slave Mother To Her Daughters Sold Into Southern Bondage Gone, gone, -- sold and gone To the ...
Can I, my friend, with thee condole?-- Can I conceive the woes that try men, When late repentance racks the ...
Have ever you heard of the Land of Beyond, That dreams at the gates of the day? Alluring it lies ...
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