Psalm XXXIII. 7s. (John Dunmore Lang Poems)
JOYFUL to your heavenly King,O ye saints your anthems raise;For 'tis sweet for saints to singTheir Almighty Maker's praise.Sing a ...
JOYFUL to your heavenly King,O ye saints your anthems raise;For 'tis sweet for saints to singTheir Almighty Maker's praise.Sing a ...
That day we wandered 'mid the hills,--so lone Clouds are not lonelier,--the forest lay In emerald darkness 'round us. Many a stone And ...
How wonderful are the cities that man hath builded:Their walls are compacted of heavy stones,And their lofty towers rise above ...
That day we wandered 'mid the hills,—so loneClouds are not lonelier, the forest layIn emerald darkness round us. Many a ...
The teasel and the horsemint spreadThe hillside as with sunset, sownWith blossoms, o'er the Standing-StoneThat ripples in its rocky bed:There ...
The Representation.ARGUMENT. Mundus Opes, Animam Coelum, Terramque resumpsit Terra: DEUS, Vitam cum tulit, Ipse dedit. Solus Amor facit esse DEUM; ...
Thank God! Those gazers' eyes are gone at last!The guards are crouching underneath the rock;The lights are fading in the ...
Vocat aestus in umbram Nemesianus Es. IV. E. P. Ode pour l'?lection de son s?pulchre For three years, out of ...
IThe secret of the House of SetIs hidden in my sevenfold veil;For I am he that doth begetThe Rood, and ...
Carm. Lib. . Ode . Paraphrased.I. Ah! dearest Friend, the Years are flying; They flie alass! they pass away (Like ...
Let there be light. Light to the darkened mindBear, like the sun, the world's wide circle round,Bright messengers ...
I may not give to thee One hour again; The past is not for me, It burns my brain. Thy ...
Gladstone was still respected,When John Ruskin produced'King's Treasuries'; SwinburneAnd Rossetti still abused.Foetid Buchanan lifted up his voiceWhen that faun's head ...
SHALL that bright flower the countless ages toiledAnd travailed to bring forth - shall that rare rose,Whose bloom and fragrance ...
FAIR are the bells of this bright-flowering weed; Nectar and pollen treasuries, where grope Innocent thieves; the Poet lets them ...
For Carl Solomon I I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked, dragging themselves ...
The brain - the brush here celebrate that long red stain seeping the universe . Was not the chink of ...
While you walk the water's edge, turning over concepts I can't envision, the honking buoy serves notice that at any ...
The ravings which my enemy uttered I heard within my heart; the secret thoughts he harbored against me I also ...
"Vocat aestus in umbram" Nemesianus Es. IV. E. P. Ode pour l'élection de son sépulchre For three years, out of ...
To-day the woods are trembling through and through With shimmering forms, that flash before my view, Then melt in green ...
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