A Modern Apostle II (Constance Naden Poems)
SMALL, fragile, and dark-eyed was Alan's mother, Of Highland blood; her solemn Saxon mate Had ne'er been able quite to ...
SMALL, fragile, and dark-eyed was Alan's mother, Of Highland blood; her solemn Saxon mate Had ne'er been able quite to ...
As years passed on, no wonder, eachAn inward grace revealed;For where the soul is peace and love,It may not be ...
Ah, 'twas but now I saw the sun flush pink on yonder placid tide; The purple hill-tops, one by one, ...
Thou glorious lamp of Space! Thou that dost flood The void of heaven with brightness! in thy glow Unnumbered worlds, ...
There was no bell to peal thy funeral dirge, No nodding plumes to wave above thy bier, No shroud to ...
Sweet Tivoli! upon thy grassy side, Whene'er I linger through the summer day, And the soft music of thy ...
Those spirits God ordained,To stand the watchmen on the outer wall,Upon whose souls the beams of truth first fall; They ...
FAREWELL! How soon unmeasured distance rolls Its leaden clouds between our parted souls! How little to each other now are ...
Why should we weep for thee,Since thou hast gone unsullied back to heaven,No stain upon thy spirit's purity, ...
The subtle beauty of this day Hangs o'er me like a fairy spell, And care and grief have ...
Dark purple, chased with sudden gloom and glory, Like waves in wild unrest,Low-wooded billows and steep summits hoary, ...
Not in thy body is thy life at all,But in this lady's lips and hands and eyes;Through these she yields ...
Tempora labuntur, tacitisque senescimus annis, Et fugiunt freno non remorante dies. Ovid, Fastorum, Lib. vi. "O C?sar, we who are ...
Still lie the sheltering snows, undimmed and white; And reigns the winter's pregnant silence still; No sign of spring, save ...
I. I dream of a red-rose tree. And which of its roses three Is the dearest rose to me? II. ...
Mist clogs the sunshine. Smoky dwarf houses Hem me round everywhere; A vague dejection Weighs down my soul. Yet, while ...
Under my window-ledge the waters race, Otters below and moor-hens on the top, Run for a mile undimmed in Heaven's ...
The subtle beauty of this day Hangs o'er me like a fairy spell, And care and grief have flown away, ...
The world was young, the mountains green, No stain yet on the Moon was seen, No words were laid on ...
To visit the Escurial We took a motor bus, And there a guide mercurial Took charge of us. He showed ...
HEART-HIDDEN from the outer things I rose; The spirit woke anew in nightly birth Unto the vastness where forever glows ...
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