A poem on divine revelation (Hugh Henry Brackenridge Poem)
This is a day of happiness, sweet peace, And heavenly sunshine; upon which conven'd In full assembly fair, once more ...
This is a day of happiness, sweet peace, And heavenly sunshine; upon which conven'd In full assembly fair, once more ...
As I was carving images from clouds, And tinting them with soft ethereal dyes Pressed from the pulp of dreams, ...
A Short Poem or Else Not Say I True pleasure breathes not city air, Nor in Art's temples dwells, In ...
The wind was rough which tore That leaf from its parent tree The fate was cruel which bore The withering ...
Riches I hold in light esteem, And love I laugh to scorn; And lust of fame was but a dream ...
Beautiful cloud! with folds so soft and fair, Swimming in the pure quiet air! Thy fleeces bathed in sunlight, while ...
To him who in the love of nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language; for ...
So light we were, so right we were, so fair faith shone, And the way was laid so certainly, that, ...
The hill pasture, an open place among the trees, tilts into the valley. The clovers and tall grasses are in ...
I He wakes in darkness. All around are sounds of stones shifting, locks unlocking. As if some one had lifted ...
Proem. 1.1 Although great Queen, thou now in silence lie, 1.2 Yet thy loud Herald Fame, doth to the sky ...
I had eight birds hatched in one nest, Four cocks there were, and hens the rest. I nursed them up ...
"Oh yes, I went over to Edmonstoun the other day and saw Johnny, mooning around as usual! He will never ...
I am a shell. From me you shall not hear The splendid tramplings of insistent drums, The orbed gold of ...
Henry is old, old; for Henry remembers Mr Deeds' tuba, & the Cameo, & the race in Ben Hur,â?"The Lost ...
There is an eye, there was a slit. Nights walk, and confer on him fear. The strangler tree, the dancing ...
CARRYING bouquet, and handkerchief, and gloves, Proud of her height as when she lived, she moves With all the careless ...
I'M like some king in whose corrupted veins Flows ag?d blood; who rules a land of rains; Who, young in ...
Above the ponds, beyond the valleys, The woods, the mountains, the clouds, the seas, Farther than the sun, the distant ...
Karshish, the picker-up of learning's crumbs, The not-incurious in God's handiwork (This man's-flesh he hath admirably made, Blown like a ...
"Thou thoughtest that I was altogether such a one as thyself." (David, Psalms 50.21) ['Will sprawl, now that the heat ...
I Ah, did you once see Shelley plain, And did he stop and speak to you? And did you speak ...
MY lov'd, my honour'd, much respected friend! No mercenary bard his homage pays; With honest pride, I scorn each selfish ...
WHOSE 1 is that noble, dauntless brow? And whose that eye of fire? And whose that generous princely mien, E'en ...
Earliest morning, switching all the tracks that cross the sky from cinder star to star, coupling the ends of streets ...
SHE wanders in the April woods, That glisten with the fallen shower; She leans her face against the buds, She ...
The sun goes down in a cold pale flare of light. The trees grow dark: the shadows lean to the ...
He, in the room above, grown old and tired, She, in the room below-his floor her ceiling- Pursue their separate ...
Well, as you say, we live for small horizons: We move in crowds, we flow and talk together, Seeing so ...
You read-what is it, then that you are reading? What music moves so silently in your mind? Your bright hand ...
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