A Story Of Doom: Book VI. (Jean Ingelow Poems)
Night. Now a tent was pitched, and Japhet satIn the door and watched, for on a litter layThe father of ...
Night. Now a tent was pitched, and Japhet satIn the door and watched, for on a litter layThe father of ...
Stop, oh my friends, let us pause to weep over the remembrance of my beloved.Here was her abode on the ...
IT was the month of May. Far down the Beautiful River,Past the Ohio shore and past the mouth of the ...
I.Peradventure of old, some bard in Ionian Islands, Walking alone by the sea, hearing the wash of the waves,Learned the secret ...
Before all the wondrous shows of the widespread space around him, what living, sentient thing loves not the all-joyous light ...
A solitary bird was seen by the writer, making its toilsome flightagainst a strong storm-wind. The peculiar undulating flight, thegathering ...
Now, over the field,evening hangs suspended like a gigantic harp.Frost binds the ridges solemnly severed furrow from furrow;the long harp-sound ...
Not in shifting undulations Has the word of God been spoken,But in constant revelations, Never silent, never broken.Not in sudden brightness glaring, Soon ...
Ship, blest to bear such freight across the blue,May stormless stars control thy horoscope;In keel and hull, in every spar ...
ON Dinan's walls the morning sunlight plays, Gilds the stern fortress with a crown of rays, Shines on the children's ...
Stop, oh my friends, let us pause to weep over the remembrance of my beloved.Here was her abode on the ...
From Hugo's 'Feuilles d'Automne'.Have you sometimes, calm, silent, let your tread aspirant riseUp to the mountain's summit, in the presence ...
TO FLORA. I.Hear, lovely Chloris, while we sing to thee!Thou restest now beneath some shady tree,Near a swift brook, upon ...
PALE ocean rock! that, like a phantom shape, Or some mysterious spirit's tenement, Risest amid this weltering waste of waves, ...
As the shifting sands of the desert Are born by the simoon's wrath,And in wanton and fleet confusion, Are strewn ...
I pace the sounding sea-beach and behold How the voluminous billows roll and run, Upheaving and subsiding, while the sun ...
WITH its cloud of skirmishers in advance, With now the sound of a single shot, snapping like a whip, and ...
Earth, Ocean, Air, belovèd brotherhood! If our great Mother has imbued my soul With aught of natural piety to feel ...
1 Complacencies of the peignoir, and late Coffee and oranges in a sunny chair, And the green freedom of a ...
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