Festus – XIV (Philip James Bailey Poems)
Even while a starMight twinkle twice, or calm, retiring sea,Irresolute yet to leave, his moonlit kissShimmering repeat upon the impassive ...
Even while a starMight twinkle twice, or calm, retiring sea,Irresolute yet to leave, his moonlit kissShimmering repeat upon the impassive ...
Sect. I.The deserted Believer longing for perfect freedom from sin.Ah mournful case! what can affordContentment, when an absent LordWill now ...
Where pastoral Tweed, renown'd in song,With rapid murmur flows;In Caledonia's classic ground,The hall of Arthur rose.A braver Briton never arm'dTo ...
In ancient times, over the widespread families of men an iron Fate ruled with dumb force. A gloomy oppression swathed ...
As one who, walking in the twilight gloom, Hears round about him voices as it darkens,And seeing not the forms from ...
SNOWY-SMOOTH beneath the pen-Richest field that iron ploughs,Germinating thoughts of men,Tho' no heaven its rain allows.There they ripen, thousand-fold;And our ...
Oh for one word of that Almighty voice, Whose tone, though gentle, pierced the ear of death-- Talitha, cumi! Oh that He ...
A DialogueMark:So, Maurice, you sail to-morrow, you say? And you may or may not return?Be sociable, man! for once in ...
Approaching now the end of his abode On earth, Consalvo lay; complaining once, Of his hard fate, but now quite ...
This wearisome and this distressing sleep That we call life, O how dost thou support, My Pepoli? With what hopes ...
DARKNESS on the endless sea; A wild, wild wailing cry;And the sun came down-like a ...
Last was the wealth I carried in life's pack—Youth, health, ambition, hope and trust but TimeAnd Fate, those robbers fit ...
Evening: In the festive halls the light of many candles gleams, Shedding from the mirrors' crystal thousand-fold reflected beams. ...
The double 12 sorwe of Troilus to tellen, That was the king Priamus sone of Troye, In lovinge, how his ...
Queen Guinevere had fled the court, and sat There in the holy house at Almesbury Weeping, none with her save ...
O purblind race of miserable men, How many among us at this very hour Do forge a life-long trouble for ...
What time I paced, at pleasant morn, A deep and dewy wood, I heard a mellow hunting-horn Make dim report ...
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