The Tree Of Life (Henry Charles Beeching Poems)
Recognition in four SeasonsARGUMENT A prophet, desiring to recover for men the fruit of the Tree of Life, seems to find ...
Recognition in four SeasonsARGUMENT A prophet, desiring to recover for men the fruit of the Tree of Life, seems to find ...
We were eight fishers of the western sea,Who sailed our craft beside a barren land,Where harsh with pines the herdless ...
Above the skirts of yellow clouds,The god-like Sun, arrayedIn blinding splendour, swiftly rose,And looked athwart the glade;The sleepy dingo watched ...
FULL of songs he woke one morning,Every song a weighty wonderHolding universal beingNewly dressed in words of thunder."Men shall hear ...
When we two went alongthe ways of life together,and hand in hand together gazedupon the elm trees crowdingthe dike's rising ...
For more than sixty years Pastor of one Church in East Granville,Mass., died there in 1859, aged 83.Not in the ...
A MysteryHis face was sad; some shadow must have hungAbove his soul; its folds, now falling dark,Now almost bright; but ...
Through the lattice rushes the south wind, dense With fumes of the flowery frankincense From hawthorn blossoming thickly; And gold ...
Ah! the pleasant time hath vanished, ere our wretched doubtingsbanished,All the graceful spirit-people, children of the earth and sea,Whom in ...
I fled Him, down the nights and down the days; I fled Him, down the arches of the years; I ...
The terrible night-watch is over,I turn where I lie,To eastward my dim eyes discoverFaint streaks in the sky ;Faint streaks ...
Who and what gave to me the wish to woo thee—Still, lip to lip, to cling for aye unto thee?Who ...
I was born in the land where the Nemunas meanders,Where amber is cast by the sea on the sand,In the ...
"IWe went walking in the morning just before the sun was rising.Sad the orchard, sad our thoughts were, sad too ...
With silken tresses floating free, A dark-eyed maiden wandersAlone beside the murmuring sea, And of her lover ponders.The fisher boats ...
A house that lacks, seemingly, mistress and master, With doors that none but the wind ever closes, Its floor all ...
Who and what gave to me the wish to woo thee-- Still, lip to lip, to cling for aye unto ...
How the Wings Were Made From many morning-glories That in an hour will fade, From many ...
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