The Portrait (John Pierpont Poems)
Why does the eye, with greater pleasure, restOn the proud oak, in vernal honors drest,When sultry gales, that to his ...
Why does the eye, with greater pleasure, restOn the proud oak, in vernal honors drest,When sultry gales, that to his ...
God only can heal the bruised spirit, and yieldPeace. By the overthrown altar of a fane,Foundation shattered, which from faith ...
How grace this hallowed day?Shall happy bells, from yonder ancient spire,Send their glad greetings to each Christmas fire Round which the ...
We had a city also. Hand in handWandered happy as travellers our own land.Murmured in turn the hearsay of each ...
Hail, God revived in glory! The night is over and done;Far mountains wrinkled and hoary,Fair cities great in story, Flash in the ...
Slow flapping to the setting sunBy twos and threes, in wavering rows. As twilight shadows dimly close,The crows fly over Washington.Under ...
I exchange eyes with the Mad Queenthe mirror crashes against my faceand bursts into a thousand sunsall over the city ...
How gracefully, O man, with thy palm-bough,Upon the waning century standest thou, In proud and noble manhood's prime,With unlocked senses, ...
A Sabbath morn — softly the village bellsRing out their welcome to the sacred day.The weary swain has drunk of ...
There's a legend that's told of a gypsy who dwelt In the lands where the pyramids be; And ...
In Vision are the centuries rolled back; The dead Past lives again. I breathe the air Of the young world; ...
Oh, the wind from the desert blew in! — KhamsinThe wind from the desert blew in! It blew from the ...
'My father still reads the dictionary every day. He says your life depends on your power to master words.' Arthur ...
Inside this obelisk this homage, this singular space dedicated to the first in the heart of the city forgotten stones ...
An honest Tear Is durabler than Bronze -- This Cenotaph May each that dies -- Reared by itself -- No ...
Mother of musings, Contemplation sage, Whose grotto stands upon the topmost rock Of Teneriffe; 'mid the tempestuous night, On which, ...
How gracefully, O man, with thy palm-bough, Upon the waning century standest thou, In proud and noble manhood's prime, With ...
Earth, Ocean, Air, belovèd brotherhood! If our great Mother has imbued my soul With aught of natural piety to feel ...
I ASKED a gypsy pal To imitate an old image And speak old wisdom. She drew in her chin, Made ...
All ye lovers of the picturesque, away To beautiful Torquay and spend a holiday 'Tis health for invalids for to ...
I have two monuments besides this granite obelisk: One, the house I built on the hill, With its spires, bay ...
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