To The Sun (Anne C Lynch Poems)
Thou glorious lamp of Space! Thou that dost flood The void of heaven with brightness! in thy glow Unnumbered worlds, ...
Thou glorious lamp of Space! Thou that dost flood The void of heaven with brightness! in thy glow Unnumbered worlds, ...
In the soft sunny regions that circle the waistOf the globe with a girdle of topaz and gold,Which heave with ...
O Thou, the Nymph with placid eye!O seldom found, yet ever nigh! Receive my temperate vow:Not all the ...
Warden, wind the clock again!Mighty years are going onThrough the shadows, joy and pain,And the happy hearted dawn.High within Time's ...
He fights where the fighting is thickest And keeps his high honor clean; From finish to ...
Beautiful faces are those that wear__ It matters little if dark or fair__ Whole-souled honesty printed there. Beautiful eyes ...
Above the din of commerce, above the clamor and rattleOf labor disputing with riches, of Anarchists' threats and groans,Above the ...
Of old, with goodwill from the skies—God's message to them given—The angels came, a glad surprise,And went again to heaven.But ...
Where huge rock buttresses bear up the clouds, With all their floating reservoirs of rain; Where the wide ...
Pour your tears wild and free — balm best and holiest!Fallen is the lofty tree, low as the lowliest;Rent is ...
I cannot find Thee! still on restless pinionMy spirit beats the void where Thou dost dwell:I wander lost through all ...
How many blessed groups this hour are bending, Through England's primrose meadow-paths, their way Towards spire and tower, 'midst shadowy ...
The single eye, the daughter of the light;Well pleased to recognise in lowliest shadeSome glimmer of its parent beam, and ...
Lightly come or lightly go: Though thy heart presage thee woe, Vales and many a wasted sun, Oread let thy ...
No Life can pompless pass away -- The lowliest career To the same Pageant wends its way As that exalted ...
How many dawns, chill from his rippling rest The seagull's wings shall dip and pivot him, Shedding white rings of ...
To stab my youth with desperate knives, to wear This paltry age's gaudy livery, To let each base hand filch ...
It is full winter now: the trees are bare, Save where the cattle huddle from the cold Beneath the pine, ...
Milton! thou should'st be living at this hour: England hath need of thee: she is a fen Of stagnant waters: ...
I know that the day will come when my sight of this earth shall be lost, and life will take ...
Undoubtedly he will relent, and turn From his displeasure; in whose look serene, When angry most he seemed and most ...
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