A Sunday Night At Sea (John Pierpont Poems)
How sadly hath this Sabbath day,O God, been spent by me,Cribbed close beneath a narrow deck,Washed by the frequent sea,An ...
How sadly hath this Sabbath day,O God, been spent by me,Cribbed close beneath a narrow deck,Washed by the frequent sea,An ...
(Written in her fifteenth year.)The Indian Chieftain is far away,Through the forest his footsteps fly,But his heart is behind him ...
I will sing of thee, Great Sea-Mother,Whose white arms gatherThy sons in the ending:And draw them homewardFrom far sad marches—Wild ...
OFT have I seen a blush o'erspread the faceOf some old sinner, when he first said Grace,Though he long since ...
Almighty Father of mankind,On thee my hopes remain;And when the day of trouble comes,I shall not trust in vain.Thou art ...
Creator and Preserver, God! To Thee our songs of praise we bear;Our health, our hope, our soul's abode! Our Guide to heav'n, ...
The day is spent, on the calm evening hours,Like whispered prayer, come nature's sounds abroad,And with bowed heads the pure ...
Yet to the wondrous St. Peter's, and yet to the solemn Rotunda, Mingling with heroes and gods, yet to the ...
CHRIST WAS BORN, KING OF GLORYin midwinter, mighty prince,eternal, almighty, on the eighth day,Healer, called, heaven's ...
Love, that long since hast to thy mighty powrePerforce subdude my poor captived hart,And raging now therein with restlesse stowre,Doest ...
Lo, in the sanctuaried East,Day, a dedicated priestIn all his robes pontifical exprest,Lifteth slowly, lifteth sweetly,From out its Orient tabernacle ...
But now Sabrina's guilty fire returns, Her bosom with the raging passion burns: She with a female tenderness relents, And ...
On a dark lonely night on the Crimea's dread shore There had been bloodshed and strife on ...
Not all thy flushing suns are set, Herrick, as yet ; Nor doth this far-drawn hemisphere Frown and look sullen ...
A word of challenge rising from the pastor, if our worship was for someone a life preserver for a drowning ...
(The Dry Salvages-presumably les trois sauvages-is a small group of rocks, with a beacon, off the N.E. coast of Cape ...
PART I On Susquehanna's side, fair Wyoming! Although the wild-flower on thy ruin'd wall, And roofless homes, a sad remembrance ...
THE SUN had clos'd the winter day, The curless quat their roarin play, And hunger'd maukin taen her way, To ...
Glad as the weary traveller tempest-tost To reach secure at length his native coast, Who wandering long o'er distant lands ...
I O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being, Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead Are driven, ...
This salt in the saltcellar I once saw in the salt mines. I know you won't believe me, but it ...
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