Profit And Loss (John Oxenham Poems)
Profit?--Loss?Who shall declare this good--that ill?--When good and ill so intertwineBut to fulfil the vast designOf an Omniscient Will?--When seeming ...
Profit?--Loss?Who shall declare this good--that ill?--When good and ill so intertwineBut to fulfil the vast designOf an Omniscient Will?--When seeming ...
Ah! the pleasant time hath vanished, ere our wretched doubtingsbanished,All the graceful spirit-people, children of the earth and sea,Whom in ...
Wreathe in a garland the corn's golden ear! With it, the Cyane blue intertwineRapture must render each glance bright and ...
COME forth! the world's aflame with flags and flowers, The shout of bells fills full the shattered air, ...
This labouring, vast, Tellurian galleon,Riding at anchor off the orient sun,Had broken its cable, and stood out to spaceDown some ...
When the sea is still as glass,And the whispering breezes passOn messages from zone to zone, or waft from pole ...
You do but jest, sir, and you jest not well,How could the hand be enemy of the arm, Or seed ...
Come, dear old friend, and with us twain To calm Digentian groves repair;The turtle coos his sweet refrain And posies ...
With big tin trumpet and little red drum,Marching like soldiers, the children come!It 's this way and that way they ...
Wilt thou on thy sweet bosom wear,The cross I send to thee, Disdaining not the gift that tells How dear ...
Sleep, dearest, sleep beside the murmuring sea;Sleep, dearest, sleep, and bright dreams compass thee.My sleepless thoughts a guard of love ...
AMONG the bushes' clustered gold we found An alcove too quiet for whispering And flung ourselves on the comforting ground, ...
WHO taught thee first such alchemy As I in thee behold? Thou turn'st the lead of dull Despair To Hope ...
With big tin trumpet and little red drum, Marching like soldiers, the children come! It 's this way and that ...
Higher far, Upward, into the pure realm, Over sun or star, Over the flickering Dæmon film, Thou must mount for ...
You awaken this time with a welcoming smile, an experience sublime, not a dream - the boner from Hell has ...
Friend of the Wise ! and Teacher of the Good ! Into my heart have I received that Lay More ...
'Not by the justice that my father spurn'd, Not for the thousands whom my father slew, Altars unfed and temples ...
Wreathe in a garland the corn's golden ear! With it, the Cyane blue intertwine Rapture must render each glance ...
WHEN in my shadowy hours I pierce the hidden heart of hopes and fears, They change into immortal joys or ...
Lo! Death has reared himself a throne In a strange city lying alone Far down within the dim West, Where ...
© 2020 Inspirational Stories