A life-day (George Boyer Vashon Poems)
MORNINGThe breeze awakes with morn's first ray,Like childhood roused from sleep to play;The sunshine, like a fairy sprite,Comes to undo ...
MORNINGThe breeze awakes with morn's first ray,Like childhood roused from sleep to play;The sunshine, like a fairy sprite,Comes to undo ...
IAS lightly as a filmy veilThat folds the April larch,My tenderest joy drops like a dreamDown from the buds of ...
Rogers, will not future story Tell thy glorious fame? And in hues of living glory ...
Rogers, will not future story Tell thy glorious fame? And in hues of living glory ...
Sing, Christmas bells!Say to the earth this is the mornWhereon our Saviour-King is born; Sing to all men,—the bond, the ...
I gave my life for thee, My precious blood I shed That thou mightst ransomed be, And quickened ...
There were ninety and nine that safely layIn the shelter of the fold;But one was out on the hills away,Far ...
Oh, whither have they fled -Those spirits kind and warm,Which, numbered with the dead,Have nobly braved the storm;And gained a ...
Sinners, turn, why will ye die?God, your Maker, asks you why?God, who did your being give,Made you with himself to ...
There's a royal banner given for displayTo the soldiers of the King;As an ensign fair we lift it up today,While ...
215What is-"Paradise"-Who live there-Are they "Farmers"-Do they "hoe"-Do they know that this is "Amherst"-And that I-am coming-too-Do they wear "new ...
God speed the happy time When fear and hate and crime Shall flee away:When Love, her flag unfurled,Shall o'er a ...
How the mountains talked together, Looking down upon the weather, When they heard our friend had planned his Little trip ...
Left in immortal Youth On that low Plain That hath nor Retrospection Nor Again -- Ransomed from years -- Sequestered ...
He told a homely tale And spotted it with tears -- Upon his infant face was set The Cicatrice of ...
What is -- "Paradise" -- Who live there -- Are they "Farmers" -- Do they "hoe" -- Do they know ...
SHE will not sleep, for fear of dreams, But, rising, quits her restless bed, And walks where some beclouded beams ...
Queen Guinevere had fled the court, and sat There in the holy house at Almesbury Weeping, none with her save ...
Their strength had fed on this when Death's white arms Came sleeved in vapors and miasmal dew, Curling across the ...
WHO are exiles? As for me Where beneath the diamond dome Lies the light on hill or tree, There my ...
Hail, holy Light, offspring of Heaven firstborn, Or of the Eternal coeternal beam May I express thee unblam'd? since God ...
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