Nature and Art For an Album (John Henry Newman Poems)
"Man goeth forth" with reckless trust Upon his wealth of mind,As if in self a thing of dust Creative skill might find;He ...
"Man goeth forth" with reckless trust Upon his wealth of mind,As if in self a thing of dust Creative skill might find;He ...
From our Dominion never Take Thy protecting hand,United, Lord, for ever Keep Thou our fathers' land!From where Atlantic terrors Our hardy seamen train,To ...
AFTER LEE O. HARRISThe master-hand whose pencils trace This wondrous landscape of the morn,Is but the sun, whose glowing faceReflects the ...
ITHE pear's white reign of loveliness is done,But now the apple's carmine buds unclose,And fair white blossoms, faintly tinged with ...
Give the good gaunt horse the rein,Sting him with the steel!Set his nervous thews astrain,Let him feel the winner's pain,Master-hand ...
Mute was the mighty organ. None might breakThe silence that had thralled it since was stilledThe master-hand beneath whose touch ...
Warp and Woof and Tangle,-- _Weavers of Webs are we_.Living and dying--and mightier dead,For the shuttle, once sped, is sped--is sped;-- _Weavers ...
Now, when our Lord was come to eighteen years,The King commanded that there should be builtThree stately houses, one of ...
I.Before PROSPERO'S cell. Moonlight.ARIEL.So - Prospero is gone - and I am free -Free, free at last. His latest charge ...
May 28th, 1879Joy to Ierne, joy,This day a deathless crown is won,Her child of song, her glorious son,Her minstrel boyAttains ...
When falls the soldier brave, Dead at the feet of wrong,The poet sings and guards his grave With sentinels of ...
In the Beginning, God, the great Schoolmaster, wrote upon the white leaves of our souls the text of life, in ...
A sweet love-song, whose early touch— Ere yet the master-hand grew strongTo strike the chords that felt at such The ...
OUT of the cloud that dimmed his sunset light,Into the unknown firmament withdrawnBeyond the mists and shadows of the night,We ...
O beautiful woman, too well we know The terrible weight of thy woman's woe, So great that the world, in ...
WE dwelt in an old palace near to Rome; It was decay'd from its magnificence, But not less beautiful than ...
There was a fountain in my heart Whose deeps had not been stirred;A thirst for music in my soul My ...
WOULDST thou walk in the garden of fame,Wouldst thou taste of the fruits that growIn alleys where grapes hang low,In ...
BACK from old England, in whose courts he stoodForemost to knit by act and word the bandBetween the daughter and ...
'Tis hard to say, if greater Want of Skill Appear in Writing or in Judging ill, But, of the two, ...
After two sittings, now our Lady State To end her picture does the third time wait. But ere thou fall'st ...
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