If (Raphael Patkanian Poems)
IF my white hair could once again be black,And my old strength return to me at need,And if I could ...
IF my white hair could once again be black,And my old strength return to me at need,And if I could ...
Is it the Eternal Triune, is it HeWho dares arrest the wheels of destinyAnd plunge me in the lowest Hell ...
THOU Rock of my salvation, lend thy aid!Arm me in all thy panoply complete,And leave no single member unarray'd,Lest the ...
The word of Christ, our Lord,With whom we have to do;Is sharper than a two-edged sword,To pierce the sinner through.Swift ...
In my breast,A wail of grief,Without any spark or flash,Alone survives,Passionless, ineffectual.A free man is in prison today,Without a spear ...
An old, mad, blind, despised, and dying king,--Princes, the dregs of their dull race, who flowThrough public scorn,--mud from a ...
My window-pane is starred with frost,The world is bitter cold to-night,The moon is cruel, and the windIs like a two-edged ...
'What have you there?' the great Panjandrum saidTo the Master of the Revels who had ledA bucking truant with a ...
November 5: 1640Harsh words have been utter'd and written on her, Henrietta the Queen:She was young in a difficult part, ...
Dawn-cool, dew-coolGleams the surface of my poolBird haunted, fern enchanted,Where but tempered spirits rule;Stars do not trace their mystic linesIn ...
(MASSACHUSETTS SHORE, 1800) I mind it was but yesterday:The sun was dim, the air was chill;Below the town, below the ...
Most glorious of all the Undying, many-named, girt round with awe! Jove, author of Nature, applying to all things the ...
Friend to the wretch whom every friend forsakes,I woo thee, Death! — Life and all its joysI leave to those ...
And this is the end of it all!It rounds the years completeness,Though only a walk to the stileThrough fields a-foam ...
I.When, in the mid-sea of the night,I waken at thy call, O Lord,The first that troop my bark aboardAre darksome ...
Sweet prince, the name of Death was never terribleTo him that knew to live; nor the loud torrentOf all afflictions, ...
Over the upland fields, where free and strong The fresh hill-breezes swept,I heard a wild bird calling all day ...
O sing a new song, to our God above,Avoid profane ones, 'tis for holy choir:Let Israel sing song of holy ...
My soul is sad, and much dismay'd; See, Lord, what legions of my foes, With fierce Apollyon at their head, ...
An old, mad, blind, despised, and dying king,-- Princes, the dregs of their dull race, who Through public scorn,--mud from ...
Good-by to you whom I shall see tomorrow, Next year and when I'm fifty; still good-by. This is the leave ...
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