Clifton Grove (Henry Kirke White Poems)
Lo! in the west, fast fades the lingering light,And day's last vestige takes its silent flight.No more is heard the ...
Lo! in the west, fast fades the lingering light,And day's last vestige takes its silent flight.No more is heard the ...
I.White as a white sail on a dusky sea,When half the horizon 's clouded and half free,Fluttering between the dun ...
Love in a hut, with water and a crust,Is-Love, forgive us!-cinders, ashes, dust;Love in a palace is perhaps at lastMore ...
IWho cometh over the hills,Her garments with morning sweet,The dance of a thousand rillsMaking music before her feet?Her presence freshens ...
From the well-springs of Hudson, the sea-cliffs of Maine,Grave men, sober matrons, you gather again;And, with hearts warmer grown as ...
When man had ceased to utter his lament, A god then let me tell my tale of sorrow.WHAT hope of once ...
'TIS Man's own Nature, which in its own Life, Or Centre, stands in Enmity and Strife, And anxious, selfish, doing what it ...
Self discipline and perseverance strong,Effort on effort, with endurance long,Make kings of men, who subjugate and swayStern empire over self ...
Thou hidden love of God, whose height, Whose depth unfathom'd no man knows, I see from far thy beauteous light, Inly I sigh ...
When you do things from your soul, you feel a rivermoving in you, a joy.When actions come from another section, ...
The castle of the human heartStrong in its native sin;Is guarded well, in every part,By him who dwells within.For Satan ...
Why run the crowd? What means the throngThat rushes fast the streets along?Can Rhodes a prey to flames, then, be?In ...
Give me a heart, dear heavenly Father,a heart that's free of all self-will,a heart obedient to thy counsel,that gladly thy ...
The will is a power.In the spirit, it callsyou forth and givesshape and form to all.God's will is plain:he seeks ...
Blind multitudes that jar confusedlyAt strife, earth's children, will ye never restFrom toils made hateful here, and dawns distressedWith ravelling ...
She did not love to love; but hated himFor making her to love, and so her whimFrom passion taught misprision ...
A buglar boy from barrack (it is over the hill There)-boy bugler, born, he tells me, of Irish Mother to ...
When man had ceased to utter his lament, A god then let me tell my tale of sorrow. WHAT hope ...
(Exodus, xvii.15) By whom was David taught To aim the deadly blow, When he Goliath fought, And laid the Gittite ...
Why run the crowd? What means the throng That rushes fast the streets along? Can Rhodes a prey to flames, ...
Then let not winter's ragged hand deface In thee thy summer, ere thou be distill'd: Make sweet some vial; treasure ...
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