The Melody of the Harp (Alfred Percival Graves Poems)
Oh! Harp of Erin, what glamour gay,What dark despairing are in thy lay!What true love slighted thy sorrow swells,What proud ...
Oh! Harp of Erin, what glamour gay,What dark despairing are in thy lay!What true love slighted thy sorrow swells,What proud ...
SWEET, I have loved before. I knowThis longing that invades my days;This shape that haunts life's busy waysI know since ...
When life is but a round of crushing careAnd, a great heap of stones, lies heavy on us,There suddenly, God ...
The grass is spreading out across the plain,Each year, it dies, then flourishes again.It's burnt but not destroyed by prairie ...
IN that so temperate Soil Arcadia nam'd, For fertile Pasturage by Poets fam'd; Stands a steep Hill, whose lofty jetting ...
Water makes many Beds For those averse to sleep -- Its awful chamber open stands -- Its Curtains blandly sweep ...
Marking time in pencil strokes across a virgin page and waiting for coincidence of heart-beat and second-hand, keying to the ...
SO grieves th' adventurous merchant, when he throws All the long toil'd-for treasure his ship stows Into the angry main, ...
Holy Lord God! I love Thy truth, Nor dare Thy least commandment slight; Yet pierced by sin the serpent's tooth, ...
I've quenched my lamp, I struck it in that start Which every limb convulsed, I heard it fall The crash ...
Look, how those steep woods on the mountain's face Burn, burn against the sunset; now the cold Invades our very ...
Colonies planted; or, Nations blessed and punished. A Psalm for New England. When God, provoked with daring crimes, Scourges the ...
The air is perfumed with the morning's fresh breeze, From the bush peer the sunbeams all purple and bright, While ...
Who will forgive me for the things I do? With no special legend of God to refer to, With my ...
Her little head just topped the window-sill; She even mounted on a stool, maybe; She pressed against the pane, as ...
Who, if I cried out, would hear me among the angels' hierarchies? and even if one of them suddenly pressed ...
Part 1 WHAT dire Offence from am'rous Causes springs, What mighty Contests rise from trivial Things, I sing -- This ...
Close by those meads, for ever crown'd with flow'rs, Where Thames with pride surveys his rising tow'rs, There stands a ...
The street filled with tomatoes, midday, summer, light is halved like a tomato, its juice runs through the streets. In ...
'In Paris, at the Louvre, there have I seen The sumptuously-feathered angel pierce Prone Lucifer, descending. Looked he fierce, Showing ...
Holland, that scarce deserves the name of Land, As but th'Off-scouring of the Brittish Sand; And so much Earth as ...
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