This Is What I Love (Archbishop William Alexander Poems)
This, this is what I love, and what is this?I ask'd the beautiful earth, who said-'Not I.'I ask'd the depths, ...
This, this is what I love, and what is this?I ask'd the beautiful earth, who said-'Not I.'I ask'd the depths, ...
Great god whom I shall carve from this gray stoneWherein thou liest, hid to all but me,Grant thou that when ...
Great god whom I shall carve from this gray stoneWherein thou liest, hid to all but me,Grant thou that when ...
The fane I build on this foundation stone Which seems to me the most immortal part Of carnal nature, man's ...
If we were fashioned to be ignorant, And frisk and frolic with the kid and fawn, Rest with the sun ...
With Alfred and St. Louis he doth winGrander than crowned head's mortuary dome:His gentle heroic manhood enters inThe ever-flowering common ...
We boast no more of our bloodless flag, that rose from a nation's slime; Better a shred of a deep-dyed ...
In the cadence of the marching the flow of the celebration in the stillness within me Hearing the martyrs the ...
The bread of life basic, essential food a simple metaphor of something far grander So he spoke, to the people ...
A prayer, a wish, a choice to be like Mary, to choose turn from this world, to the will of ...
The south-wind brings Life, sunshine, and desire, And on every mount and meadow Breathes aromatic fire, But over the dead ...
A dear old couple my grandparents were, And kind to all dumb things; they saw in Heaven The lamb that ...
'Tis Anguish grander than Delight 'Tis Resurrection Pain -- The meeting Bands of smitten Face We questioned to, again. 'Tis ...
I. The morn when first it thunders in March, The eel in the pond gives a leap, they say: As ...
1 A CALIFORNIA song! A prophecy and indirection-a thought impalpable, to breathe, as air; A chorus of dryads, fading, departing-or ...
1 OVER the western sea, hither from Niphon come, Courteous, the swart-cheek'd two-sworded envoys, Leaning back in their open barouches, ...
Here, in the heart of the world, Here, in the noise and the din, Here, where our spirits were hurled ...
1 STARTING from fish-shape Paumanok, where I was born, Well-begotten, and rais'd by a perfect mother; After roaming many lands-lover ...
AGAINST THE GRAIN "Oxford be silent, I this truth must write Leeds hath for rarities undone thee quite." - William ...
AS I walk these broad, majestic days of peace, (For the war, the struggle of blood finish'd, wherein, O terrific ...
That Barret, the painter of pictures, what feeling for color he had! And Fanning, the maker of music, such melodies ...
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