The Contemplation (Henrik Arnold Wergeland Poems)
Clumsy human admirationthat needs air and lips to say it!Clumsier than the shy wonderhumble beasts display, you blunderwholly in your ...
Clumsy human admirationthat needs air and lips to say it!Clumsier than the shy wonderhumble beasts display, you blunderwholly in your ...
You ask why I am lonely now, In all this brilliant scene,And why I look on beauty's charms, With cold, unalter'd mien.You ...
In tears have we found consolation...Our heritage in life has beenMisery... for this whole worldIs but a grave in the ...
In tears have we found consolation...Our heritage in life has beenMisery... for this whole worldIs but a grave in the ...
In the beginning,there was lust.Out of lust, Godemerged in flames.Lustis God's nature.Everything God createsis in God's nature.Whoever gets moreof God's ...
1"Drown had a studio, Chelsea-way, And painted there throughout the day, And lived on bacon and beef and bread, And ...
Ruggiero, to amaze the British host, And wake more wonder in their wondering ranks, The bridle of his winged courser ...
Joy, thou beauteous godly lightning,Daughter of Elysium,Fire drunken we are ent'ringHeavenly, thy holy home!Thy enchantments bind together,What did custom stern ...
Written on the occasion of the death of the infant daughter of Her Grace the Duchess of Sutherland. I.HARK, through ...
IThere, there, poor dog, my faithful friend, Pay you no heed unto my sorrow:But feast to-day while yet you may,— ...
Come all Australia's sons to me — A hero has been slainAnd cowardly butchered in his sleep ...
Dying with Jesus, by death reckoned mine;Living with Jesus, a new life divine;Looking to Jesus till glory doth shine,Moment by ...
Heavy drops of rain hang bodily from the green fruit, the bunches of berries long before the harvest hanging on ...
Just as the sun was setting Back of the Western hills Grandfather stood by the window Eating the last of ...
The isles of Greece, the isles of Greece! Where burning Sappho loved and sung, Where grew the arts of war ...
The isles of Greece, the isles of Greece! Where burning Sappho loved and sung, Where grew the arts of war ...
Once more the gate behind me falls; Once more before my face I see the moulder'd Abbey-walls, That stand within ...
Ruggiero, to amaze the British host, And wake more wonder in their wondering ranks, The bridle of his winged courser ...
WHEN mine hour is come Let no teardrop fall And no darkness hover Round me where I lie. Let the ...
WHEN in my shadowy hours I pierce the hidden heart of hopes and fears, They change into immortal joys or ...
If you were only one inch tall, you'd ride a worm to school. The teardrop of a crying ant would ...
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