Yesterday, To-day, and For Ever: Book X. – The Millennial Sabbath (Edward Henry Bickersteth Poems)
A Sabbath morn — softly the village bellsRing out their welcome to the sacred day.The weary swain has drunk of ...
A Sabbath morn — softly the village bellsRing out their welcome to the sacred day.The weary swain has drunk of ...
I wonder if the spell, the mystery,That like a haze about your silence clings,Moulding your void until we seem to ...
TO THE MARQUIS GINO CAPPONI. I was mistaken, my dear Gino. Long And greatly have I erred. I fancied life ...
On Nineveh's proud towers the sinking sun In cloudless splendor looks; nor, through the earth, Like glory doth behold. In ...
From the German of B?rger. BESIDE the parson's dusky bow'r Why strays a troubl'd sprite,That dimly shines in ...
Cambodunum, Cambodunum, how I love the sound o' t' name! Roman sowdiers belt a fort here, ...
THREE DAMSELS in the queen's chamber, The queen's mouth was most fair;She spake a word of God's mother ...
How oft my mind reverts to thee, Thou city of the tunneled hills;Thy lofty towers I still can ...
This day Prest with our Sins, the MOST HIGH Fell. Least he should Feed on Us, Christ Satiates Death With ...
There is no star within the flagThat's brighter than its brothers, And when of Michigan I brag,I'm boasting of the ...
Of what an easie quick accesse,My blessed Lord, art thou! how suddenly May our requests thine eare ...
From sylvan glades and meadows green, From shady haunts and rustic bowers,With fragrance sweet and pious mien, They come — ...
HER sire, a harsh and angry man, With furious voice revil'd,"Hence from my sight, I'll none of thee-- ...
Night closes round me, and wild threatening forms Clasp me with icy arms and chain me down, And bind upon ...
'Whenever I plunge my arm, like this, In a basin of water, I never miss The sweet sharp sense of ...
Hold hard, Ned! Lift me down once more, and lay me in the shade. Old man, you've had your work ...
Unlike us with feet of clay our creator, our maker without beginning or end the one who shaped the world ...
In front of the temple of Chu-ko Liang there is an old cypress. Its branches are like green bronze; its ...
ON the beach at night alone, As the old mother sways her to and fro, singing her husky song, As ...
'Twas on an iron, icy day I saw a pirate gull down-plane, And hover in a wistful way Nigh where ...
O trees of life, oh, what when winter comes? We are not of one mind. Are not like birds in ...
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