Dressing Gown Farewell (Piotr Andreevich Viazemsky Poems)
Forgive me, dressing gown! My friend in idle bliss,Comrade of leisure, a witness to my secret thoughts!With you I knew ...
Forgive me, dressing gown! My friend in idle bliss,Comrade of leisure, a witness to my secret thoughts!With you I knew ...
YOU have waited, Priests of Ireland, until the hour was late:You have stood with folded arms until 'twas asked-Why do ...
On the holy mount of Ida,Where the pine and cypress grow,Sate a young and lovely woman,Weeping ever, weeping low.Drearily throughout ...
Thy hands are like cool herbs that bring Balm to men's hearts, upon them laid; Thy lovely-petalled lips are madeAs any blossom ...
IVeteran memories rally to musterHere at the call of the old battle days:Cavalry clatter and cannon's hoarse bluster:All the wild ...
COME here, rekindle the old fire,This last night leave no lamp unlit!In later days we twain shall sit,Remembering the joys ...
Washed in the blood of the brave and the blooming,Snatched from the altars of insolent foes,Burning with star-fires, but never ...
Like a pageant they pass-groups of toilersWith their sweat, their aching joints,Their weary backs, their dim eyesDownward bended with their ...
Give me, O Lord, the patience to progressAnd give resolve to my too feeble faith.May thy spirit guide me in ...
1 England, fair England! Empress isle of isles! --Round whom the loving-envious ocean plays, Girdling thy feet with silver and ...
She was born in the season of fire, When a mantle of murkiness lay On the front of the crimson ...
Farewell! we must part; we have turned from the landOf our cold-hearted brother, with tyrannous hand,Who assumed all our rights ...
Calcutta beckons meIn familiar names,Calls me close in the midst of anonymous crowdOn an intense, familiar bent,I fall back on ...
WERE I a boy, with a boy's heart-beat At glimpse of her passing adown the street, Of a room where ...
The scene was more beautiful far, to my eye,Than if day in its pride had array'd it;The land-breeze blew mild, ...
If I have lived before, some evidence Should that existence to the present bind;Some innate inkling of experience Should still ...
HER griefs were the hours When my struggle was sore,-- Her joys were the powers That the climber upbore. Her ...
Time set apart drinking the living waters immersed in your scripture drenched in your word Rekindle our gifts sharpen our ...
Lord, in my hearing, let me hear His voice rising up through the words of my brothers speaking, sharing, testifying ...
Each day is a new day, another day given for us to choose how to use it for good or ...
In the grey beginning of years, in the twilight of things that began, The word of the earth in the ...
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