Hymns Of A Day (Lucy Larcom Poems)
DawnO GOD, Thy world is sweet with prayer;The breath of Christ is in the air;We rise on Thy free Spirit's ...
DawnO GOD, Thy world is sweet with prayer;The breath of Christ is in the air;We rise on Thy free Spirit's ...
Watch the white dawn gleam,To the thunder of hidden guns.I hear the hot shells screamThrough skies as sweet as a ...
Tonight I can feel - he leaves his house:- the autumn rainstorm beats against the panes -he staggers in the ...
Husbandman, for work prepareTender plants of promise fair;Rise! around thee everywhereLife's young spring-time claims thy care, Willing heart, and hand.Dig, manure, ...
(Written in her eleventh year.)THE MOON.Lo! yonder rides the empress of the night!Unveil'd she casts around her silver light;Cease not, ...
Give me a harsh land to wring music from,brown hills, and dust, with dead grassstraw to my bricks.Give me words ...
A star: a clump of ice between my burning teeth ...While thou art hid from sight, oh sea that barely ...
The poemthat I chose for youis simple,as are all my singing poems.It has the trace of a veil,a little balsam,and ...
You say there's a Being all-loving, Whose nature is justice and pity; Could you say where you ...
A Shepherd's Boy (he seeks no better name)Led forth his flocks along the silver Thame,Where dancing sun-beams n the waters ...
WHAT angel forms, attired in robes of light,Pour their effulgence on my raptur'd sight?Th' ethereal VIRTUES! lo! the radiant band!Appal'd, ...
Captain of the Western wood, Thou that apest Robin Hood ! Green above thy scarlet hose, How thy velvet mantle ...
Muck of the sty, reek of the trough,Blackened my brow where all might see,Yet while I was a great way ...
O gentle frenzy, too supreme delight! O acrid sweet, most blessed sum of ills! O cold that scorches, flaming fire ...
I always s like the northern birches:Their view, so downcast and grave, The fever, which poor souls scorches,Cools like the ...
By our place in the midst of the furthest seas we were fated to stand alone - When the nations ...
BOOK I Deep in the shady sadness of a vale Far sunken from the healthy breath of morn, Far from ...
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
She recognizes him at last as Other, not Self. I see her in my mind, hot wax about to plummet ...
See what delights in sylvan scenes appear! Descending Gods have found Elysium here. In woods bright Venus with Adonis stray'd, ...
The poem that I chose for you is simple, as are all my singing poems. It has the trace of ...
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