The Believer’s Espousals : Chapter VI. (Ralph Erskine Poems)
An Exhortation to all that are out of Christ; in order to their closing the match with him: containing also ...
An Exhortation to all that are out of Christ; in order to their closing the match with him: containing also ...
Of all the sweet visions that come unto me Of happy refreshment by land or by sea, Like oases where in life's ...
Barefooted boys scud up the street Or skurry under sheltering sheds;And schoolgirl faces, pale and sweet, Gleam from the shawls about their ...
Far in the background a blue mountain waitsTo echo back the songThe note-necked swan, while it reverberates,Paddles the tune along.The ...
White clouds are sailing above the Mountain Jiuyi;Riding the wind, the Princesses descend the green hills.Once they speckled the bamboos ...
The mighty spirit, and its power, which stainsThe bloodless cheek, and vivifies the brains,I sing. Say, ye, its fiery vot'ries ...
August 6th , 1875.Harp of my native landThat lived anew 'neath Carolan's master hand;Harp on whose electric chords,The minstrel Moore's ...
I stood at sunrise, on the topmost partOf lofty mountain, massively sublime;A pinnacle of trachyte, seamed and scarredBy countless generations' ...
Calcutta beckons meIn familiar names,Calls me close in the midst of anonymous crowdOn an intense, familiar bent,I fall back on ...
Is it because for a million years The tide has entered here From cold north ...
I saw, as in a dream sublime, The balance in the hand of Time. O'er East and West its beam ...
The Pastor was right about the error, the missed point of the scripture in the speech of the firebrand, the ...
We are connected one another, every moment, every place, every cell, every movement, every utterance each action, reverberates echoes, across ...
PART I On Susquehanna's side, fair Wyoming! Although the wild-flower on thy ruin'd wall, And roofless homes, a sad remembrance ...
SPIRIT whose work is done! spirit of dreadful hours! Ere, departing, fade from my eyes your forests of bayonets; Spirit ...
If I could have your arms tonight- But half the world and the broken sea Lie between you and me. ...
I We thrill too strangely at the master's touch; We shrink too sadly from the larger self Which for its ...
She fears him, and will always ask What fated her to choose him; She meets in his engaging mask All ...
Once played to attentive faces music has broken its frame its bodice of always-weak laces the entirely promiscuous art pours ...
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