Palestine; A Prize Poem, Recited In The Theatre, Oxford (Reginald Heber Poems)
Reft of thy sons, amid thy foes forlorn,Mourn, widow'd Queen, forgotten Sion, mourn!Is this thy place, sad city, this thy ...
Reft of thy sons, amid thy foes forlorn,Mourn, widow'd Queen, forgotten Sion, mourn!Is this thy place, sad city, this thy ...
Sacred, O Glotta! be the following strains;Thy flow'ry borders, and thy pleasing plains,Inspire the Muse. Carnarvon, present be,I sing of ...
Farrar, when o'er Goodwin's pageLate I found thee poring,From the hydrostatic SageLeaky Memory storing,Or when groaning yesterdayNeedlessly distractedBy some bright ...
WHILE o'er the Alpine cliffs I musing stray'd, And gaz'd on nature, in her charms severe,The last soft beam of parting ...
Th'imprison'd winds slumber within their cavesFast bound: the fickle vane, emblem of change,Wavers no more, long-settling to a point.All nature ...
Moist, bright, and green, the landscape laughs around.Full swell the woods; their every music wakes,Mix'd in wild concert, with the ...
Through the sea's crust of prisms looking upInto the run of light above the swellm,And down a fathom, down a ...
TRANSPORTS of filed nerves; a wistful cough;One sensual hairbrush reluctantly concludesThe Great Harry's excruciations and beatitudes,Delicately and gravely putting things ...
Refracted into brilliance,last candles hissin the mountain's rainy mist.Village Indians carry sunriseon the blades of their sicklesinto the lowlands.In steam ...
1660At last the long darkness of anarchy lifts, and the dawn o'er the grayIn rosy pulsation floods; the tremulous amber ...
707The Grace-Myself-might not obtain-Confer upon My flower-Refracted but a Countenance-For I-inhabit Her-(Emily Dickinson)
The flowers of the morning rose hyacinth, tulips, daffodils, narcissus, in the garden sudden illumined washed, from a distance alive ...
Crisp hard brown sturdy oak leaves glistened in the small crisp pools after this morning's rain, late fall puddles harvest ...
Above the tree line beside the silhouette of the dark church a contrail of a jet falling toward the horizon ...
I In my beginning is my end. In succession Houses rise and fall, crumble, are extended, Are removed, destroyed, restored, ...
The Grace -- Myself -- might not obtain -- Confer upon My flower -- Refracted but a Countenance -- For ...
Shall the great soul of Newton quit this earth, To mingle with his stars; and every muse, Astonish'd into silence, ...
PART I O! nothing earthly save the ray (Thrown back from flowers) of Beauty's eye, As in those gardens where ...
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