The Garden Of The Sea. (Arthur Henry Adams Poems)
THE infinite garden of the sea is HisTo play in. Gravely smiling He resignsTo man his choice - this rugged ...
THE infinite garden of the sea is HisTo play in. Gravely smiling He resignsTo man his choice - this rugged ...
O! Sun, resplendent in the smiling morn, As thou dost view the wastes of earth and sky,Canst thou behold the ...
THE house sleeps dark and the moon wakes white, The fields are alight with dew; "Oh, will you ...
Sing not of RestFor heart, or brain, or the strong soul's emotion Beneath the shadow of Eternal peace! ...
In my boyhood time long years ago, When life was half divine,I read, with a horror you may not know, ...
Neither said any of them that ought of the things which he possessed was his own.-Acts iv. . Deep ...
Stranger, approach! within this iron doorThrice locked and bolted, this rude arch beneathThat vaults with ponderous stone the cell; confinedBy ...
"The level sunrise brings a simple glory To hoarfrost in November. Brilliance soft Lives in the buffalo grass of prairie ...
He lays his heavy toil aside To take his mid-day rest;The anvil, silent, shakes no more His labour-pulsing breast.The forge ...
Here in the pungent gloomWhere the tamarac roses glowAnd the balsam burns its perfume,A vireo turns his slowCadence, as if ...
I pray you, all ye men who put your trustIn moulds and systems and well-tackled gear,Holding that Nature lives from ...
Oh, the great city's madness when at nightfallThe crippled trees gape by the blackened wall,The spirit of evil peers from ...
The fine delight that fathers thought; the strong Spur, live and lancing like the blowpipe flame, Breathes once and, quenchèd ...
BOY Most venerable and learned sir, Tall and true Philosopher, These rings of smoke you blow all day With such ...
As the sweet sweat of roses in a still, As that which from chafed musk-cats' pores doth trill, As the ...
Of late, in one of those most weary hours, When life seems emptied of all genial powers, A dready ...
Now warm with ministerial ire, Fierce sallied forth our loyal 'Squire, And on his striding steps attends His desperate clan ...
We mix from many lands, We march for very far; In hearts and lips and hands Our staffs and weapons ...
STILL rests the heavy share on the dark soil: Upon the black mould thick the dew-damp lies: The horse waits ...
I was a gun-smith in Odessa. One night the police broke in the room Where a group of us were ...
Undoubtedly he will relent, and turn From his displeasure; in whose look serene, When angry most he seemed and most ...
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