A Story Of Doom: Book VI. (Jean Ingelow Poems)
Night. Now a tent was pitched, and Japhet satIn the door and watched, for on a litter layThe father of ...
Night. Now a tent was pitched, and Japhet satIn the door and watched, for on a litter layThe father of ...
Ver. 1. How amiable are thy tabernacles, O Lord of hosts!Jehovah, Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,Sole Monarch of the universal ...
Here at thy broad sea gate,On the ultimate ocean wave,Where millions in hope have entered in,Joyous, elateA home and a ...
It is, Sir, a confest intrusion hereThat I before your labours do appear,Which no loud Herald need, that may proclaimOr ...
Now I know when will come the last morning — when the Light no more scares away Night and Love ...
How lovely are thy dwellings fair!O Lord of Hoasts, how dearThe pleasant Tabernacles are!Where thou do'st dwell so near.My Soul ...
Prelude I SEE the boy-bard neath life's morning skies, While hope's bright cohorts guess ...
Yet once more, Harp of prophecy, once moreFondly I come soliciting thine aid;By whose celestial minstrelsy inspiredThe saintly Enoch walk'd ...
A MysteryHis face was sad; some shadow must have hungAbove his soul; its folds, now falling dark,Now almost bright; but ...
With short, sharp violent lights made vivid, To the southward far as the sight can roam, Only the swirl of ...
There's a breathless hush on the freeway tonight Beyond the ledges of concrete restaurants fall into dreams with candlelight couples ...
The Heaven vests for Each In that small Deity It craved the grace to worship Some bashful Summer's Day -- ...
I think the Hemlock likes to stand Upon a Marge of Snow -- It suits his own Austerity -- And ...
I sought Him on the purple seas, I sought Him on the peaks aflame; Amid the gloom of giant trees ...
YE learned sisters, which have oftentimes Beene to me ayding, others to adorne, Whom ye thought worthy of your gracefull ...
And ye high heauens, the temple of the gods, In which a thousand torches flaming bright Doe burne, that to ...
HAVE I broken the smaller tabernacles, O Lord? And in the destruction of these set up the greater and massive, ...
Now Morn, her rosy steps in the eastern clime Advancing, sowed the earth with orient pearl, When Adam waked, so ...
How lovely are thy dwellings fair! O Lord of Hoasts, how dear The pleasant Tabernacles are! Where thou do'st dwell ...
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