The Patriarchal Tree (Gerard Addington D Arcy Irvine Poems)
UPON a rounded hill at Wollongong,A silent hill which hears by night and dayThe never-ceasing voices of the waves,An ancient ...
UPON a rounded hill at Wollongong,A silent hill which hears by night and dayThe never-ceasing voices of the waves,An ancient ...
In Scotland's realm, where trees are fewNor even shrubs abound;But where, however bleak the viewSome better things are found;For husband ...
LIFE-GLOWING Season !--odor-breathing SPRING ,Deck'd in cerulean splendors,--vivid, warm,Shedding soft lustre on the rosy hours,And calling forth their beauties ! ...
WHO makes the last a pattern for next year, Turns no new leaf, but still the same things reads ;Seen things ...
I.There's not a passion that the bosom feelsOf mighty, gentle, or exalted kind,But captive may be led by music's charms--Subdued, ...
Softly the feathery Palm-trees fade in the violet Distance,Faintly the lingering light touches the edge of the sea,Sadly the Music ...
The stormy Cape is passed; now the wide seaRolls with a prouder and a bolder swell;The joyous tar, chaunting "Ho, ...
What could luxurious woman wish for more,To fix her joys, or to extend her pow'r?Their every wish was in this ...
O Thou whose beams the sea-gift earth array,King of the sky, and father of the day!O sun! what fountain hid ...
Since it so quietly began to snow,new distances have awakened within me.I would like to go to every person nowand ...
Thou, whose sweet youth and early hopes inhanceThy rate and price, and mark thee for a treasure,Hearken unto a Vesper, ...
New light gives new directions, fortunes new, To fashion our endeavours that ensue. More harsh, at least more ...
PART THE FIRST.IN THELMON'S breast contending passions rise, While, with resentment stung, he proudly flies; The harmonist divine, to madness ...
First, London, for its myriads; for its height, Manhattan heaped in towering stalagmite; But Paris for the smoothness of the ...
1553-4 Two ships upon the steel-blue Arctic seas When day was long and night itself was day, Forged heavily before ...
"NOW England lessens on my sight; The bastioned front of Wales, Discolored and indefinite, There like a cloud-wreath ...
Veil-like and beautifulGathered the dutiful Mist in the night,True to the messaging,Dreamful and presaging Vapour and light.Ghostly and ...
ASK the bird that soars on high,Midway between earth and sky,What he sees, when he is there,On the world's receding ...
First, London, for its myriads; for its height, Manhattan heaped in towering stalagmite; But Paris for the smoothness of the ...
Why dost thou beat thy breast and rend thine hair, And to the deaf sea pour thy frantic cries? Before ...
To Jena Woodhouse This way of minutes miserably mixed With their own blinks misunderstood By birds and trees, this eye-born ...
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