The Treasure Of Abram (John Boyle O Reilly Poems)
I.IN the old Rabbinical stories,So old they might well be true,-The sacred tales of the Talmud,That David and Solomon knew,-There ...
I.IN the old Rabbinical stories,So old they might well be true,-The sacred tales of the Talmud,That David and Solomon knew,-There ...
I"No, no! Leave me not in this dark hour,"She cried. And I,"Thou foolish dear, but call not dark this hour;What ...
I.'Tis little to believe in God,His goodness, splendour, pow'r!I search for Thee--aspire to Thee--And love Thee ev'ry hour!II.My soul's a ...
_Claudio_. Know you any Hero? _Hero_. None my lord! _As You Like it._ Gentle and modest Hero! I can see Her delicate figure, and ...
Rev. A. Corrasco of Madrid, and Professor C. Pronier of Geneva, members of the Evangelical Alliance, lost with the Vilie ...
Upon an eve I sat me down and wept,Because the world to me seemed nowise good;Still autumn was it, & ...
Every sick person that is impatient with his physician,Bringeth, if thou but consider, affliction upon himself.The fish existeth in the ...
TO THEM THAT MOURNLet your tears flow; let your sad sighs have scope;Only take heed they fan, they water Hope.A ...
I. I honour Nature, holding it unjustTo look with jealousy on her designs;With every passing year more fast she twinesAbout ...
In the furnace the dry branches crackle, the crucible shines as withgold,As they carry the hot flaming metal in haste ...
The breath of the ocean my cradle is, Which the sun draws up from the blue abyss, And the upper ...
Love, maiden Love, cries not within the gates Where sit the watchers, watching hour by hour;Love hideth by the wayside ...
557She hideth Her the last-And is the first, to rise-Her Night doth hardly recompenseThe Closing of Her eyes-She doth Her ...
She hideth Her the last -- And is the first, to rise -- Her Night doth hardly recompense The Closing ...
I The cloud my bed is tinged with blood and foam. The vault yet blazes with the sun Writhing above ...
I bring ye wine from above, From the vats of the storied sun; For every one of yer love, And ...
I The cloud my bed is tinged with blood and foam. The vault yet blazes with the sun Writhing above ...
I bring ye wine from above, From the vats of the storied sun; For every one of yer love, And ...
The long love that in my thought doth harbour, And in mine heart doth keep his residence, Into my face ...
(From the early Anglo-Saxon text) May I for my own self song's truth reckon, Journey's jargon, how I in harsh ...
Love is enough: cherish life that abideth, Lest ye die ere ye know him, and curse and misname him; For ...
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