Night Rhapsody (Robert Nichols Poems)
How beautiful it is to wake at night,When over all there reigns the ultimate spellOf complete silence, darkness absolute,To feel ...
How beautiful it is to wake at night,When over all there reigns the ultimate spellOf complete silence, darkness absolute,To feel ...
FULL of songs he woke one morning,Every song a weighty wonderHolding universal beingNewly dressed in words of thunder."Men shall hear ...
O'ER me—how I cannot say,—Heav'nly rapture's growing.Will it help to guide my wayTo yon stars all-glowing?Yet that here I'd sooner ...
You are not familiar with the hardships of solving enigmasO Beautiful Rose! Perhaps you do not have sublime feelings in ...
Lead us, Evolution, lead usUp the future's endless stair;Chop us, change us, prod us, weed us.For stagnation is despair:Groping, guessing, ...
Part IVisions in the SmokeRest, and be thankful! On the verge Of the tall cliff rugged and grey,But whose granite ...
Oh the dear summer evening! How the air is mellow with the delicate breath of flowers and wafts of hay ...
Not yet! I thought this time 'twas done at last, the workings perfected, the life in it; and there's the ...
On the hill they are crowding together, In the stand they are crushing for room, Like midge-flies they swarm on ...
Ebbs and flows the restless river In the city streetWhere the great nerve centres quiver, Where the pulses ...
Home's best (she said), and the taleOf the hungering soil and the flail Of the sun and the shuddering threat ...
Trouble is an exerciserSent us by a Wisdom wiserThan the mind of man possesses.Doubts and dangers and distressesCome not purposely ...
Lead us, Evolution, lead us Up the future's endless stair; Chop us, change us, prod us, weed us. For stagnation ...
Closed like confessionals, they thread Loud noons of cities, giving back None of the glances they absorb. Light glossy grey, ...
What are days for? Days are where we live. They come, they wake us Time and time over. They are ...
[Composed for the merry party already mentioned, on the occasion of the departure for France of the hereditary prince, who ...
The south-wind brings Life, sunshine, and desire, And on every mount and meadow Breathes aromatic fire, But over the dead ...
The longer we are together the larger death grows around us. How many we know by now who are dead! ...
The autumn-time has come; On woods that dream of bloom, And over purpling vines, The low sun fainter shines. The ...
WITH all thy gifts, America, (Standing secure, rapidly tending, overlooking the world,) Power, wealth, extent, vouchsafed to thee-With these, and ...
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