Hours With Nature (James Avis Bartley Poems)
When smiling spring, an angel fair! Walks o'er the verdant plain,And breathes a soft and balmy air, From isles beyond the main:When ...
When smiling spring, an angel fair! Walks o'er the verdant plain,And breathes a soft and balmy air, From isles beyond the main:When ...
Out of the west a voice—a shudder of horror and pity; Quivers along the pulses of all the winds that blow;—Woe ...
Maria, bright with beauty's glow,In conscious gayety you goThe pride of all the park:Attracted groups in silence gazeAnd soft behind ...
We are they who come faster than fate:We are they who ride early or late:We storm at your ivory gate:Pale ...
To M.P. Bons d'AntyAt the Waterloo Hotel, I have had my lunch,And, my bill paid, I steer myself toward the ...
Oh! hideous fiend, of form uncouth, With jaundic'd eye, and canker'd tooth, Fell Envy, why dost thou profane The labours ...
By the Nile, the sacred river,I can see the captive hordes,Strain beneath the lash and quiverAt the long papyrus cords,While ...
Oh, quickly rise, Thou lovely and most welcome Moon! Look into my sad eyes, Ere sober Night too quickly hies;- ...
What marks the frontier line? Thou man of India, say! Is it the Himalayas sheer, The rocks and valleys of ...
I've roamed the wide world over, From Indus to the Pole; I've been a general lover, And loved with all ...
O Sovereign power of love! O grief! O balm! All records, saving thine, come cool, and calm, And shadowy, through ...
I What new element before us unborn in nature? Is there a new thing under the Sun? At last inquisitive ...
SOME have won a wild delight, By daring wilder sorrow; Could I gain thy love to-night, I'd hazard death to-morrow. ...
Far from the Rappahannock, the silent Danube moves along toward the sea. The brown and green Nile rolls slowly Like ...
YESTREEN I had a pint o' wine, A place where body saw na; Yestreen lay on this breast o' mine ...
1 O TAKE my hand, Walt Whitman! Such gliding wonders! such sights and sounds! Such join'd unended links, each hook'd ...
1 SINGING my days, Singing the great achievements of the present, Singing the strong, light works of engineers, Our modern ...
Earth, Ocean, Air, belovèd brotherhood! If our great Mother has imbued my soul With aught of natural piety to feel ...
In these deep solitudes and awful cells, Where heav'nly-pensive contemplation dwells, And ever-musing melancholy reigns; What means this tumult in ...
No more of talk where God or Angel guest With Man, as with his friend, familiar us'd, To sit indulgent, ...
So spake the Son of God; and Satan stood A while as mute, confounded what to say, What to reply, ...
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