Wordsworth (Charles Harpur Poems)
LOFTY and strenuous of sentimentBut narrow and partial in its scope and bent,And thence the bigot of a local setOf ...
LOFTY and strenuous of sentimentBut narrow and partial in its scope and bent,And thence the bigot of a local setOf ...
WHILE on the meadowy banks of Spey ,Slow steals along the rural muse,And sees the bordering flowers displayTheir native sweets ...
IIn flight eternally, the pendulumMakes answer to a rhythm that no man knows,As backward, forward, calling "Rise and come",Scythe-like in ...
ARISE ! O generous band, rejoice, Awake the lyre's melodious voice!Who glory in the fostering care That cheers ...
Back to where the roses restRound a shrine of holy name,(Yes -- they knew me when I came)More of peace ...
NOW at the window, side by side, We sit and take our ease, And watch the ebb and flow of ...
"Soft April sunshine sweetens all the world, Yes, even the county-town with smells of spring; And life is busy where ...
Bill o' Sheepsheawter's;Robin o'th DreeRondle o' Scouter'sTwilter, an' me;We made Mally Grime'sOwd kitchen roof ring,One merry yule-time,When met for to ...
1O you Berlin, you colorful stone, you beast.You cast me with street lamps like briars.Ah, when one flows in the ...
O mavis singin' in the wood, When a' the hills are white wi' snaw;O mavis singin` in the wood, Though ...
That God should love me is more wonderful Than that I so imperfectly love him. My reason is mortality, and ...
Can life be a blessing, Or worth the possessing, Can life be a blessing if love were away? Ah no! ...
'TWAS 1 in that place o' Scotland's isle, That bears the name o' auld King Coil, Upon a bonie day ...
(For Harry Clifton) I HAVE heard that hysterical women say They are sick of the palette and fiddle-bow. Of poets ...
Christ's intercession. Lift up your eyes to th' heav'nly seats Where your Redeemer stays; Kind Intercessor, there he sits, And ...
When I was a windy boy and a bit And the black spit of the chapel fold, (Sighed the old ...
From the depth of the dreamy decline of the dawn through a notable nimbus of nebulous noonshine, Pallid and pink ...
Did then the bold Slave rear at last the Sword Of Vengeance? drench'd he deep its thirsty blade In the ...
FROM off a hill whose concave womb reworded A plaintful story from a sistering vale, My spirits to attend this ...
A wind, bringing willow-cotton, sweetens the shop, And a girl from Wu, pouring wine, urges me to share it. With ...
The artichoke of delicate heart erect in its battle-dress, builds its minimal cupola; keeps stark in its scallop of scales. ...
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