The Mariner’s Hymn (Caroline Anne Bowles Southey Poems)
Launch thy bark, mariner! Christian, God speed thee!Let loose the rudder-bands! good angels lead thee!Set thy sails warily; tempests will ...
Launch thy bark, mariner! Christian, God speed thee!Let loose the rudder-bands! good angels lead thee!Set thy sails warily; tempests will ...
663Again - his voice is at the door -I feel the old Degree -I hear him ask the servantFor such ...
There pass the careless people That call their souls their own: Here by the road I loiter, How idle and ...
The maiden free, the maiden wed.Can never, never be the same,A new life springs from out the dead.And with the ...
High, hollowed in green above the rocks of reason lies the crater lake whose ice the dreamer breaks to find ...
In Ocean's wide domains, Half buried in the sands, Lie skeletons in chains, With shackled feet and hands. Beyond the ...
O Sovereign power of love! O grief! O balm! All records, saving thine, come cool, and calm, And shadowy, through ...
Prayer the Churches banquet, Angels age, Gods breath in man returning to his birth, The soul in paraphrase, heart in ...
There pass the careless people That call their souls their own: Here by the road I loiter, How idle and ...
Again -- his voice is at the door -- I feel the old Degree -- I hear him ask the ...
I am that hawk of gold Proud in adamantine poise On the pillars of torqoise, See,beyond ...
I am that hawk of gold Proud in adamantine poise On the pillars of torqoise, See,beyond ...
And the first grey of morning fill'd the east, And the fog rose out of the Oxus stream. But all ...
ADIEU! a heart-warm fond adieu; Dear brothers of the mystic tie! Ye favourèd, enlighten'd few, Companions of my social joy; ...
1. They named the child Orc, he grew Fed with milk of Enitharmon 2. Los awoke her; O sorrow & ...
The blast from Freedom's Northern hills, upon its Southern way, Bears greeting to Virginia from Massachusetts Bay: No word of ...
When this world's pleasures for my soul sufficed, Ere my heart's plummet sounded depths of pain, I call on Reason ...
Having an aged hate of height I forced myself to climb the Tower, Yet paused at every second flight Because ...
She recognizes him at last as Other, not Self. I see her in my mind, hot wax about to plummet ...
I am a miner. The light burns blue. Waxy stalactites Drip and thicken, tears The earthen womb Exudes from its ...
I winged my bird, Though he flew toward the setting sun; But just as the shot rang out, he soared ...
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