The Toiling Of Felix (Henry Van Dyke Poems)
IPRELUDE Hear a word that Jesus spake Nineteen hundred years ago, Where the crimson lilies blow Round the blue Tiberian lake: There the bread of ...
IPRELUDE Hear a word that Jesus spake Nineteen hundred years ago, Where the crimson lilies blow Round the blue Tiberian lake: There the bread of ...
FAR in the West there lies a desert land, where the mountainsLift, through perpetual snows, their lofty and luminous summits.Down ...
Argument.Hail to thee, Sound!-The power of Euterpe in all the scenes of life-in religion; in works of charity; in soothing ...
I.Where the snow-world of the mountains Fronts the sea-like world of sward,And encamped along the prairies Tower the white peaks heavenward;Where they ...
WILDLY round our woodland quartersSad-voiced Autumn grieves;Thickly down these swelling watersFloat his fallen leaves.Through the tall and naked timber,Column-like and ...
The sun descends along the glowing west,His bright rays quivering o'er Potomac's breast--And still he flashes, with his parting smile,And ...
Feb. 22, 1732BRIGHT natal morn! what face appearsBeyond the rolling mist of years?A face whose loftiest traits, combineAll virtues of ...
Since all that is not Heaven must fade,Light be the hand of Ruin laid Upon the home I love:With lulling spell ...
I do not own an inch of land, But all I see is mine,-The orchard and the mowing-fields, The lawns and gardens ...
THE grace of the bending grasses,The flush of the dawn-lit sky,The scent that lingers and passesWhen the loitering wind goes ...
I STOOD On Sarum's treeless plain,The waste that careless Nature owns;Lone tenants of her bleak domain,Loomed huge and gray the ...
HOW bright this weird autumnal eve--While the wild twilight clings around,Clothing the grasses every-where,With scarce a dream of sound!The high ...
I came to you quietly when you were lying In perfect midnight sleep.Your dark soft hair was all about your pillow, So ...
Afterthought of summer's bloom!Late arrival at the feast,Coming when the songs have ceasedAnd the merry guests departed,Leaving but an empty ...
Sea-like in billowy distance, far awayThe half-broke prairies stretch on every hand;How wide the circuit of their summer day—What measureless ...
We mix from many lands, We march for very far; In hearts and lips ...
"HIS echoing axe the settler swung Amid the sea-like solitude, And rushing, thundering, down were flung ...
Up high black walls, up sombre terraces,Clinging like luminous birds to the sides of cliffs,The yellow lights went climbing towards ...
Boatman, thrice I've called thee o er,Waiting on life's solemn shore,Tracing, in the silver sand,Letters, till thy boat should land.Drifting ...
Up high black walls, up sombre terraces, Clinging like luminous birds to the sides of cliffs, The yellow lights went ...
We mix from many lands, We march for very far; In hearts and lips and hands Our staffs and weapons ...
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