The Tent Of Noon (Bliss William Carman Poems)
Behold, now, where the pageant of the high JuneHalts in the glowing noon!The trailing shadows rest on plain and hill;The ...
Behold, now, where the pageant of the high JuneHalts in the glowing noon!The trailing shadows rest on plain and hill;The ...
All things are shadows of thee, Lord;The sun himself is but thy shade;My spirit is the shadow of thy word,A ...
The present only do we hold in thrall; The past is gone, and all its glories hushed; The kiss we ...
Here, at a meagre earth, despondentAnd listless stare the dull grey skies,And, as if plunged in leaden slumber,A eary nature ...
I love the evenings, passionless and fair, I love the evens, Whether old manor-fronts their ray with golden fulgence leavens, ...
Queer are the ways of a man I know: He comes and stands In a careworn craze, And looks at ...
seven lacqueur ducks on a silver pond their rippling held in a moveless ...
The sole true Something--This ! In Limbo Den It frightens Ghosts as Ghosts here frighten men-- For skimming in the ...
Its mother being tethered near it Poor little Foal of an oppress?d race! I love the languid patience of thy ...
He wakes, who never thought to wake again, Who held the end was Death. He opens eyes Slowly, to one ...
For moveless limbs no pity I crave, That never were swift! Still all I prize, Laughter and thought and friends, ...
In early morning twilight, raw and chill, Damp vapours brooding on the barren hill, Through miles of mire in steady ...
I tell you hopeless grief is passionless, That only men incredulous of despair, Half-taught in anguish, through the midnight air ...
Salvation in the cross. Here at thy cross, my dying God, I lay my soul beneath thy love, Beneath the ...
With a golden rolling sound Booming came a bell, From the aery in the tower Eagles fell; So with regal ...
Glad as the weary traveller tempest-tost To reach secure at length his native coast, Who wandering long o'er distant lands ...
SCENE.--A Ravine of Icy Rocks in the Indian Caucasus. Prometheus is discovered bound to the Precipice. Panthea and Ione areseated ...
Earth, Ocean, Air, belovèd brotherhood! If our great Mother has imbued my soul With aught of natural piety to feel ...
By this he knew she wept with waking eyes: That, at his hand's light quiver by her head, The strange ...
By this he knew she wept with waking eyes: That, at his hand's light quiver by her head, The strange ...
Slowly, silently, now the moon Walks the night in her silver shoon; This way, and that, she peers, and sees ...
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