Verses – I (John Dunmore Lang Poems)
To Mr. George Lang, the Author's Brother, on His Embarking for NewSouth Wales. - London, April 25th, 1821.O FARE thee ...
To Mr. George Lang, the Author's Brother, on His Embarking for NewSouth Wales. - London, April 25th, 1821.O FARE thee ...
TO A.C.L.Through suffering and sorrow thou hast passedTo show us what a woman true may be:They have not taken sympathy ...
Ah! the pleasant time hath vanished, ere our wretched doubtingsbanished,All the graceful spirit-people, children of the earth and sea,Whom in ...
1.Lord of the world's undying youth, What joys are in thy might!What beauties of the inner truth, And of the ...
I(ll. 1-28) Right is it that we praise the King of heaven, theLord of hosts, and love Him with all ...
Nature is but the outward vestibuleWhich God has placed before an unseen shrine,The Visible is but a fair, bright valeThat ...
While the wild north hills are reddeningIn the sunset's fiery glow,And along the dreary moorlands,Shine the stormy drifts of snow,Sit ...
(SUNG AT THE CELEBRATION OF THE I. O. O. F.)The night cometh swiftly, the thick clouds are drifting Around the ...
THE good ship lies in the crowded dock, Fair as a statue, firm as a rock: Her tall masts piercing ...
Here the spirit of Beauty keepeth Jubilee for evermore;Here the voice of Gladness leapeth, Echoing from shore to shore.O'er the ...
From hence with grace and goodness compass'd round, God ruleth, blesseth, keepeth all he wrought, Above the air, the ...
I threatned to observe the strict decree Of my deare God with all my power and might: ...
As the lone, frighted user of a night-roadSuddenly turns round, nothing to detect,Yet on his fear's sense keepeth still the ...
There is not any weed but hath its shower,There is not any pool but hath its star;And black and muddy ...
St. Agnes' Eve--Ah, bitter chill it was! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold; The hare limp'd trembling through ...
WHO rides there so late through the night dark and drear? The father it is, with his infant so dear; ...
NEAR to the silver Trent SIRENA dwelleth; She to whom Nature lent All that excelleth; By which the Muses late ...
River, that rollest by the ancient walls, Where dwells the lady of my love, when she Walks by thy brink, ...
Ring out your bells, let mourning shows be spread; For Love is dead-- All love is dead, infected With plague ...
So swift the hours are moving Unto the time unproved: Farewell my love unloving, Farewell my love beloved! What! are ...
The ArgumentA certain man having landed on an island in the Greek sea, found there a beautifuldamsel, whom he would ...
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