Notes On Vision (James Douglas Morrison Poems)
Look where we worship. We all live in the city.The city forms- often physically, but inevitablypsychically- a circle. A Game. ...
Look where we worship. We all live in the city.The city forms- often physically, but inevitablypsychically- a circle. A Game. ...
O days endeared to every Muse,When nobody had any Views,Nor, while the cloudscape of his mindBy every breeze was new ...
Burgum, I thank thee, thou hast let me seeThat Bristol has impress'd her stamp on thee,Thy generous spirit emulates the ...
O thou, my beauteous, ever tender Friend,Thou, on whom all my worldly Joys depend,Accept these Numbers; and with Pleasure hearUnstudy'd ...
YE gentle days that once were mine, In every charm of life array'd,No more awaken my regret, No more my settled peace ...
Song of Praise in Celebration of the Omniscience andOmnipresence, the Almighty Power and the Infinite Wisdom OfGod.LORD, thou hast searched ...
''Powers, erst of heaven; and, haply, yet again, As, with the years, we wiser, mightier grow, Thither, triumphant, destined to ...
''Not with you to take counsel, Powers of heaven,-- For still that title ours,--in so great haste Hither have I ...
Tombed in the solid night of starless space; From nearest living orb so far removed, That light, of all material ...
The Contemplation.ARGUMENT. Pango nec humanis Opus enarrabile Verbis, Quae meli?s possem Mira silendo loqui! Da, DEUS, Illa canam, quae Vox ...
ILMARINEN'S WEDDING-FEAST.Louhi, hostess of the Northland,Ancient dame of Sariola,While at work within her dwelling,Heard the whips crack on the fenlands,Heard ...
All I could see from where I stood Was three long mountains and a wood; I turned and looked another ...
The silence of the white, bedewed way Was flanked still with the songs of amorous birds, Bruiting their joy for ...
1st November, 1837Another bright summer for ever has fled.And the song of the warblers is silent and dead;The heavens are ...
I "O Time, whence comes the Mother's moody look amid her labours, As of one who all unwittingly has wounded ...
O God, whose thunder shakes the sky, Whose eye this atom globe surveys, To thee, my only rock, I fly, ...
So it is eighteen years, Helena, since we met! A season so endears, Nor you nor I forget The fresh ...
So it is eighteen years, Helena, since we met! A season so endears, Nor you nor I forget The fresh ...
All I could see from where I stood Was three long mountains and a wood; I turned and looked another ...
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