The Mystic’s Prayer (Constance Naden Poems)
MY God, who art the God of loneliness, Who, Life of human souls, art yet alone, Who, Lord of joy, ...
MY God, who art the God of loneliness, Who, Life of human souls, art yet alone, Who, Lord of joy, ...
Strange Sea! why is it that you never rest? And tell me why you never go to sleep?Thou art like ...
I.THE FATHER OF HEAVEN.Spin, daughter Mary, spin,Twirl your wheel with silver din;Spin, daughter Mary, spin,Spin a tress for Viola.ANGELS.Spin, Queen ...
YOURSELF most composite,Chequered with day and night,What secret thing are you? -Behold that sky of blue:All that you hear and ...
The veil hath lifted and hath fallen; and himWho next it stood before us, first so long,We see not; but ...
To see beauty in all, is to lift our own SoulUp to loftier heights than do chose who aspireThrough culpable ...
"The Soul In The BodyWHAT if the Soul her real life elsewhere holds, Her faint reflex Time's darkling stream enfolds, ...
Two master spirits of German song, they stand Each by the side of each; the sculptor's thought Has guided the ...
Pain, pain exalts me Into consciousness:I am awake! My jangled anguish rivesEach tense quick nerve pricked by unnum-bered knives,My only ...
If that apparent part of life's delightOur tingled flesh-sense circumscribes were seenBy aught save reflex and co-carnal sight,Joy, flesh and ...
Long since, I lived in lordly porches frontingWith thronged, enormous pillars to the tide,Where day as in basaltic caverns diedWith ...
Until thy feet have trod the Road Advise not wayside folk, Nor till thy back has borne the Load Break ...
When it is finally ours, this freedom, this liberty, this beautiful and terrible thing, needful to man as air, usable ...
Thar showed up out'n Denver in the spring uv '81 A man who'd worked with Dana on the Noo York ...
One Day is there of the Series Termed Thanksgiving Day. Celebrated part at Table Part in Memory. Neither Patriarch nor ...
Where true Love burns Desire is Love's pure flame; It is the reflex of our earthly frame, That takes its ...
As Parmigianino did it, the right hand Bigger than the head, thrust at the viewer And swerving easily away, as ...
( I ) for 'JC' of the TLS Nightmare of metropolitan amalgam Grand Hotel and myself as a guest there ...
What are thy gaines, O death, if one man ly Stretch'd in a bed of clay, whose charity Doth hereby ...
TO all those happy blessings which ye haue, with plenteous hand by heauen vpon you thrown: this one disparagement they ...
Earth no longer hymns the Creator, the seven days of wonder, the Garden is over - all the stories are ...
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