Hesper (Henry Van Dyke Poem)
Her eyes are like the evening air, Her voice is like a rose, Her lips are like a lovely song, ...
Her eyes are like the evening air, Her voice is like a rose, Her lips are like a lovely song, ...
I can love both fair and brown, Her whom abundance melts, and her whom want betrays, Her who loves loneness ...
The sweetest Heresy received That Man and Woman know -- Each Other's Convert -- Though the Faith accommodate but Two ...
Immured in Heaven! What a Cell! Let every Bondage be, Thou sweetest of the Universe, Like that which ravished thee! ...
I think the Hemlock likes to stand Upon a Marge of Snow -- It suits his own Austerity -- And ...
The saddest noise, the sweetest noise, The maddest noise that grows, -- The birds, they make it in the spring, ...
Success is counted sweetest By those who ne'er succeed. To comprehend a nectar Requires sorest need. Not one of all ...
"Hope" is the thing with feathers -- That perches in the soul -- And sings the tune without the words ...
Talk to me of love with wonder in your eyes, of limber magic flying through the veiling air and soft-edged ...
If I don't write something good tonight I will sleep without the comforting Canopus of deep believers, if I sleep ...
The mystery of a smile that glows within your eyes and is framed in an innocent countenance passes not unheeded. ...
I said goodbye and went to bed to die; I never knew that they had lied - was quite surprised ...
THE worm, the rich worm, has a noble domain In the field that is stored with its millions of slain ...
HAIL, sister springs, Parents of silver-footed rills! Ever bubbling things, Thawing crystal, snowy hills! Still spending, never spent; I mean ...
PART I On Susquehanna's side, fair Wyoming! Although the wild-flower on thy ruin'd wall, And roofless homes, a sad remembrance ...
To those who love the Lord I speak; Is my Beloved near? The Bridegroom of my soul I seek, Oh! ...
Thus heav'nward all things tend. For all were once Perfect, and all must be at length restor'd. So God has ...
Friend of the Wise ! and Teacher of the Good ! Into my heart have I received that Lay More ...
Old Elm that murmured in our chimney top The sweetest anthem autumn ever made And into mellow whispering calms would ...
In the licorice fields at Pontefract My love and I did meet And many a burdened licorice bush Was blooming ...
I have slept upon my couch, But my spirit did not rest, For the labours of the day Yet my ...
Believe not those who say The upward path is smooth, Lest thou shouldst stumble in the way And faint before ...
Sense with keenest edge unusèd, Yet unsteel'd by scathing fire; Lovely feet as yet unbruisèd On the ways of dark ...
SHE knelt upon her brother's grave, My little girl of six years old-- He used to be so good and ...
A Short Poem or Else Not Say I True pleasure breathes not city air, Nor in Art's temples dwells, In ...
The blue bell is the sweetest flower That waves in summer air; Its blossoms have the mightiest power To soothe ...
Yes, holy be thy resting place Wherever thou may'st lie; The sweetest winds breathe on thy face, The softest of ...
Ay! gloriously thou standest there, Beautiful, boundless firmament! That swelling wide o'er earth and air, And round the horizon bent, ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
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