The Toiling Of Felix (Henry Van Dyke Poems)
IPRELUDE Hear a word that Jesus spake Nineteen hundred years ago, Where the crimson lilies blow Round the blue Tiberian lake: There the bread of ...
IPRELUDE Hear a word that Jesus spake Nineteen hundred years ago, Where the crimson lilies blow Round the blue Tiberian lake: There the bread of ...
With reverent eyes and bowed, uncovered head, A son of sorrow kneels by fanes you knew;But cannot say the words that ...
The grand, authentic songs that rollAcross grey widths of wild-faced sea,The lordly anthems of the Pole,Are loud upon the lea.Yea, ...
TOO long mere words have thralled us. Let us think!Oh ponder, are we "free and equal" yet?That July bombast, writ ...
Three women crept at break of day A-grope along the shadowy way Where Joseph's tomb and garden lay. With blanch of woe each ...
Where Britannia's emerald islesGem the Caribbean sea,And an endless summer smiles,Lo! the negro thrall is free!Yet not on Columbia's plains,Hath ...
A gift for you I went to buyA present priced, though, not too high.What pity that an iron gadgetReduced by ...
And these are Christians!--God! the horror of it-- How long, O Lord! how long, O Lord! how long Wilt Thou endure this ...
I.The times are changed, and gone the dayWhen the high heavenly land,Though unbeheld, quite near them lay,And men could understand.The ...
Here, down between the dusty trees, At this lank edge of haggard wood,Women with labour-loosened knees, With gaunt ...
I'm standin' at the corner uv the Lane -- The Land called Spadgers -- waiting fer 'is jills.The night's come ...
Mr Jeremiah JeffersOwned a pair of spotted heifersThese he sold for two pounds tenTo Mr Robert Raymond WrenWho reared them ...
(In the Hospital of St. John at Bruges) MYSTERY: Catherine the bride of Christ. ...
That note you hold, narrowing and rising, shakes Like New Orleans reflected on the water, And in all ears appropriate ...
An offering for the Lord giving away our treasure the gifts we were given to help our fellow man Priced ...
It was called Farm Fantastic, a catchy phrase, and potentially a day's wasted sweat. Even after the event I can't ...
I. Stand still, true poet that you are! I know you; let me try and draw you. Some night you'll ...
Here, down between the dusty trees, At this lank edge of haggard wood, Women with labour-loosened knees, With gaunt backs ...
A little mousey man he was With board, and chalk in hand; And millions were awestruck because They couldn't understand. ...
The little pansies by the road have turned Away their purple faces and their gold, And evening has taken all ...
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