The Ancestral Dwelling (Henry Van Dyke Poem)
Dear to my heart are the ancestral dwellings of America, Dearer than if they were haunted by ghosts of royal ...
Dear to my heart are the ancestral dwellings of America, Dearer than if they were haunted by ghosts of royal ...
A soft veil dims the tender skies, And half conceals from pensive eyes The bronzing tokens of the fall; A ...
I Thou who hast made thy dwelling fair With flowers beneath, above with starry lights, And set thine altars everywhere,-- ...
The Body grows without -- The more convenient way -- That if the Spirit -- like to hide Its Temple ...
I saw the wind within her I knew it blew for me -- But she must buy my shelter I ...
It grew out of the Annexe and our Corps in a world at peace while our army trained, magnificent in ...
Now that the winter's gone, the earth hath lost Her snow-white robes, and now no more the frost Candies the ...
Under what withering leprous light The very grass as hair is grey, Grass in the cracks of the paven courts ...
Hark ! from the battlements of yonder tower The solemn bell has tolled the midnight hour ! Roused from drear ...
(Ezekiel, xlviii.35) As birds their infant brood protect, And spread their wings to shelter them, Thus saith the Lord to ...
Hatred and vengeance, my eternal portion, Scarce can endure delay of execution, Wait, with impatient readiness, to seize my Soul ...
Hatred and vengence-my eternal portion Scarce can endure delay of execution- Wait with impatient readiness to seize my Soul in ...
Budger of history Brake of time You Bomb Toy of universe Grandest of all snatched sky I cannot hate you ...
Dance me to your beauty with a burning violin Dance me through the panic 'til I'm gathered safely in Lift ...
Notus in fratres animi paterni. Hor. Carm. lib.II.2. A bless?d lot hath he, who having passed His youth and early ...
PART I 'Tis the middle of night by the castle clock And the owls have awakened the crowing cock; Tu-whit!- ...
Old Elm that murmured in our chimney top The sweetest anthem autumn ever made And into mellow whispering calms would ...
The landscape sleeps in mist from morn till noon; And, if the sun looks through, 'tis with a face Beamless ...
Summer pleasures they are gone like to visions every one And the cloudy days of autumn and of winter cometh ...
Hark, I hear the bells of Westgate, I will tell you what they sigh, Where those minarets and steeples Prick ...
'The mist is resting on the hill; The smoke is hanging in the air; The very clouds are standing still: ...
'Tis moonlight, summer moonlight, All soft and still and fair; The solemn hour of midnight Breathes sweet thoughts everywhere, But ...
'Tis moonlight, summer moonlight, All soft and still and fair; The solemn hour of midnight Breathes sweet thoughts everywhere, But ...
Death! that struck when I was most confiding In my certain faith of joy to be - Strike again, Time's ...
I shall go away To the brown hills, the quiet ones, The vast, the mountainous, the rolling, Sun-fired and drowsy! ...
The last pose flickered, failed. The screen's dead white Glared in a sudden flooding of harsh light Stabbing the eyes; ...
After the wolves and before the elms the bardic order ended in Ireland. Only a few remained to continue a ...
When I am living in the Midlands That are sodden and unkind, I light my lamp in the evening: My ...
When I am living in the Midlands That are sodden and unkind, I light my lamp in the evening: My ...
ADVERTISEMENT "The grand army of the Turks, (in 1715), under the Prime Vizier, to open to themselves a way into ...
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