The Glory of Ships (Henry Van Dyke Poem)
The glory of ships is an old, old song, since the days when the sea-rovers ran In their open boats ...
The glory of ships is an old, old song, since the days when the sea-rovers ran In their open boats ...
I IN EXCELSIS Two dwellings, Peace, are thine. One is the mountain-height, Uplifted in the loneliness of light Beyond the ...
I Thou who hast made thy dwelling fair With flowers beneath, above with starry lights, And set thine altars everywhere,-- ...
Whether my bark went down at sea -- Whether she met with gales -- Whether to isles enchanted She bent ...
'Twas such a little -- little boat That toddled down the bay! 'Twas such a gallant -- gallant sea That ...
'Twas such a little -- little boat That toddled down the bay! 'Twas such a gallant -- gallant sea That ...
A poor -- torn heart -- a tattered heart -- That sat it down to rest -- Nor noticed that ...
Adrift! A little boat adrift! And night is coming down! Will no one guide a little boat Unto the nearest ...
On this wondrous sea Sailing silently, Ho! Pilot, ho! Knowest thou the shore Where no breakers roar -- Where the ...
Where are the ships I used to know, That came to port on the Fundy tide Half a century ago, ...
I like the old house tolerably well, Where I must dwell Like a familiar gnome; And yet I never shall ...
White founts falling in the Courts of the sun, And the Soldan of Byzantium is smiling as they run; There ...
One in thy thousand statues we salute thee On all thy thousand thrones acclaim and claim Who walk in forest ...
On Tiber's banks, Tiber, whose waters glide In slow meanders down to Gaigra's side; And circling all the horrid mountain ...
Where the rough Caigra rolls the surgy wave, Urging his thunders thro' the echoing cave; Where the sharp rocks, in ...
As ships, becalmed at eve, that lay With canvas drooping, side by side, Two towers of sail at dawn of ...
Oh that those lips had language! Life has pass'd With me but roughly since I heard thee last. Those lips ...
How many dawns, chill from his rippling rest The seagull's wings shall dip and pivot him, Shedding white rings of ...
Well, they are gone, and here must I remain, This lime-tree bower my prison! I have lost Beauties and feelings, ...
On the wide level of a mountain's head, (I knew not where, but 'twas some faery place) Their pinions, ostrich-like, ...
Well, they are gone, and here must I remain, This lime-tree bower my prison! I have lost Beauties and feelings, ...
Low was our pretty Cot : our tallest Rose Peep'd at the chamber-window. We could hear At silent noon, and ...
Part I It is an ancient Mariner, And he stoppeth one of three. 'By thy long grey beard and glittering ...
God fashioned the ship of the world carefully. With the infinite skill of an All-Master Made He the hull and ...
Come queen of months in company Wi all thy merry minstrelsy The restless cuckoo absent long And twittering swallows chimney ...
What scene would I want to be enveloped in more than this one, an ordinary night at the kitchen table, ...
I see a woman any woman making up and change first she is thinking of something else (because when a ...
LEANDER. No more of Memphis and her mighty kings, Or Alexandria, where the Ptolomies. Taught golden commerce to unfurl her ...
And then life; and once again A house where I was born. Around us The granary above what once had ...
When our yacht sails seaward on steady keel And the wind is moist with breath of brine And our laughter ...
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