The Rhine and The Moselle (Edwin Arnold Poems)
As the glory of the sun, When the dismal night is done,Leaps upward in the summer-blue to shine, So gloriously ...
As the glory of the sun, When the dismal night is done,Leaps upward in the summer-blue to shine, So gloriously ...
Shepherd, to yon tall poplars tune your flute:Let them pierce, keenly, subtly shrill,The slow blue rumour of the hill;Let the ...
A duty done ... What else was there to do? A simple matter; and as simply solved.His straight young mind ...
The brook leaps riotous with its life just found, That freshets from the mountain rains have fed, Beats at the ...
I am driven everywhere from a clinging home, O autumn eves! and I ween'd that you would yet have made, ...
We now, held in captivity, Spring to our bondage nor grieve-- See now, how it is blesseder, Brothers, to give ...
O proudly name their names who bravely sail To seek brave lost in Arctic snows and seas! Bring money and ...
A LATE lark twitters from the quiet skies: And from the west, Where the sun, his day's work ended, Lingers ...
There's a regret So grinding, so immitigably sad, Remorse thereby feels tolerant, even glad. ... Do you not know it ...
From the palms triumphantly entering his city the crowds shouting hosanna welcoming the king but the joy did not last ...
In fasting, in praying in the mark of the ashes preparing for Easter in penitent submission No longer the babe ...
Something incredible in the nature of God all powerful, eternal yet loving us, in spite of our sin the fall ...
Hands and lit faces eddy to a line; The dazed last minutes click; the clamour dies. Beyond the great-swung arc ...
S. Patrick. You who are bent, and bald, and blind, With a heavy heart and a wandering mind, Have known ...
A man came slowly from the setting sun, To Emer, raddling raiment in her dun, And said, 'I am that ...
Sun on the mountain, Shade in the valley, Ripple and lightness Leaping along the world, Sun, like a gold sword ...
ON the bird of air blue-breasted glint the rays of gold, And its shadowy fleece above us waves the forest ...
Love is enough: cherish life that abideth, Lest ye die ere ye know him, and curse and misname him; For ...
As one who in his journey bates at noon, Though bent on speed; so here the Arch-Angel paused Betwixt the ...
Fly envious Time, till thou run out thy race, Call on the lazy leaden-stepping hours, Whose speed is but the ...
Hail, holy Light, offspring of Heaven firstborn, Or of the Eternal coeternal beam May I express thee unblam'd? since God ...
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