The Child-Mother (George MacDonald Poems)
Heavily slumbered noonday brightUpon the lone field, glory-dight,A burnished grassy sea:The child, in gorgeous golden hours,Through heaven-descended starry flowers,Went walking ...
Heavily slumbered noonday brightUpon the lone field, glory-dight,A burnished grassy sea:The child, in gorgeous golden hours,Through heaven-descended starry flowers,Went walking ...
Master of the murmuring courtsWhere the shapes of sleep convene!-Lo! my spirit here exhortsAll the powers of thy demesneFor their ...
TO ARES. I.Great War-God! mighty Ares! Hear our hymn, Sung to thee in the wood-recesses dim Of dusky Caria, near ...
Nay, why do foolish politicians strive To win a fleeting popularity?In vain, in vain, they jealously contrive To turn the ...
Mad fools! To think that men can be Made equal all, when GodMade one well nigh divinity And one a ...
Slowly, without force, the rain drops into the city. It stops a moment on the carved head of Saint John, ...
Those groans men use passing a woman on the street or on the steps of the subway to tell her ...
NOt that thy Fair Hand Should lead me from my deep Dispaire, Or thy Love, Cloris, End my Care, And ...
To the Heavens above us O look and behold The Planets that love us All harnessed in gold! What chariots, ...
Through vaults of pain, Enribbed and wrought with groins of ghastliness, I passed, and garish spectres moved my brain To ...
I THINK of thee, whene'er the sun his beams O'er ocean flings; I think of thee, whene'er the moonlight gleams ...
THE warder looks down at the mid hour of night, On the tombs that lie scatter'd below: The moon fills ...
THOUGHTS ON JESUS CHRIST'S DESCENT INTO HELL. [THE remarkable Poem of which this is a literal but faint representation, was ...
I Alphonso live and learn, Seeing nature go astern. Things deteriorate in kind, Lemons run to leaves and rind, Meagre ...
In the cowslip pips I lie, Hidden from the buzzing fly, While green grass beneath me lies, Pearled with dew ...
Mæcenas, you, beneath the myrtle shade, Read o'er what poets sung, and shepherds play'd. What felt those poets but you ...
Please forgive us should You find this insolent Or see no tears we shed after the latest trick of Yours ...
By love are blest the gods on high, Frail man becomes a deity When love to him is given; 'Tis ...
I'm sitting by the fire tonight, The cat purrs on the rug; The room's abrim with rosy light, Suavely soft ...
Lo, here the gentle lark, weary of rest, From his moist cabinet mounts up on high, And wakes the morning, ...
When Bryan speaks, the town's a hive. From miles around, the autos drive. The sparrow chirps. The rooster crows. The ...
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