A Prayer for the Past: All sights and sounds of day and yea (George MacDonald Poems)
All sights and sounds of day and year,All groups and forms, each leaf and gem,Are thine, O God, nor will ...
All sights and sounds of day and year,All groups and forms, each leaf and gem,Are thine, O God, nor will ...
Nicht darf ich dir zu gleichen mich vermessen.— GoetheI know not how to sing a song to-day—Thou in the spirit, ...
The spirit in my soul hath woken,And bids me speak to thee again; And silence, many a day unbroken,Must cease, ...
PALE ocean rock! that, like a phantom shape, Or some mysterious spirit's tenement, Risest amid this weltering waste of waves, ...
It wav'd not thro' an Eastern sky,Beside a fount of Araby;It was not fann'd by southern breezeIn some green isle ...
THE infinite garden of the sea is HisTo play in. Gravely smiling He resignsTo man his choice - this rugged ...
Beautiful faces are those that wear__ It matters little if dark or fair__ Whole-souled honesty printed there. Beautiful eyes ...
Here's a song -stags give tongue winter snowssummer goes.High cold blowsun is lowbrief his dayseas give spray.Fern clumps reddenshapes are ...
The south-wind brings Life, sunshine, and desire, And on every mount and meadow Breathes aromatic fire, But over the dead ...
I like a church, I like a cowl, I love a prophet of the soul, And on my heart monastic ...
Higher far, Upward, into the pure realm, Over sun or star, Over the flickering Dæmon film, Thou must mount for ...
I. Said Abner, ``At last thou art come! Ere I tell, ere thou speak, ``Kiss my cheek, wish me well!'' ...
'O DREARY life,' we cry, ' O dreary life ! ' And still the generations of the birds Sing through ...
The Divine Perfections. Great God! thy glories shall employ My holy fear, my humble joy; My lips in songs of ...
v.30,31,34,35,46-50 L. M. Rejoicing in God. Just are thy ways, and true thy word, Great Rock of my secure abode: ...
"Friends, Romans, Countrymen, and Lovers." Let such pure hate still underprop Our love, that we may be Each other's conscience, ...
Death and birth should dwell not near together: Wealth keeps house not, even for shame, with dearth: Fate doth ill ...
Emily, A ship is floating in the harbour now, A wind is hovering o'er the mountain's brow; There is a ...
My bed is like a little boat; Nurse helps me in when I embark; She girds me in my sailor's ...
Like the vain curlings of the watery maze, Which in smooth streams a sinking weight does raise, So Man, declining ...
Like the vain Curlings of the Watry maze, Which in smooth streams a sinking Weight does raise; So Man, declining ...
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