Hymn XXI: Ye Simple Souls That Stray (Charles Wesley Poems)
Ye simple souls that strayFar from the path of peace,That lonely, unfrequented wayTo life and happiness,Why will ye folly love,And ...
Ye simple souls that strayFar from the path of peace,That lonely, unfrequented wayTo life and happiness,Why will ye folly love,And ...
A LIEUTENANT IN THE ARMY, THEN WITH HISREGIMENT IN CORSICA, 1793. O THOU so dear! whose wand'ring starLeaves sad maternal ...
As some benighted traveller, who straysThrough desert paths and unfrequented ways,When no kind star bestows its radiant light,No hut supplies ...
344'Twas the old - road - through pain -That unfrequented - one -With many a turn - and thorn -That ...
Written at Weymouth in winter. THE chill waves whiten in the sharp North-east;Cold, cold the night-blast comes, with sullen sound,And ...
II had forgotten how the frogs must soundAfter a year of silence, else I thinkI should not so have ventured ...
My wheel is in the dark!I cannot see a spokeYet know its dripping feetGo round and round.My foot is on ...
'Twas the old -- road -- through pain -- That unfrequented -- one -- With many a turn -- and ...
Oh, honey of an hour, I never knew thy power, Prohibit me Till my minutest dower, My unfrequented flower, Deserving ...
My wheel is in the dark! I cannot see a spoke Yet know its dripping feet Go round and round. ...
The Beaver's Lesson They sought it with thimbles, they sought it with care; They pursued it with forks and hope; ...
Dedication Inscribed to a dear Child: in memory of golden summer hours and whispers of a summer sea. Girt with ...
OPPRESS'D with grief, oppress'd with care, A burden more than I can bear, I set me down and sigh; O ...
It is full winter now: the trees are bare, Save where the cattle huddle from the cold Beneath the pine, ...
HOURS continuing long, sore and heavy-hearted, Hours of the dusk, when I withdraw to a lonesome and unfrequented spot, seating ...
MEN are Heaven's piers; they evermore Unwearying bear the skyey floor; Man's theatre they bear with ease, Unfrowning cariatides! I, ...
I We thrill too strangely at the master's touch; We shrink too sadly from the larger self Which for its ...
Within this sober Frame expect Work of no Forrain Architect; That unto Caves the Quarries drew, And Forrests did to ...
C. Damon come drive thy flocks this way. D. No : 'tis too late they went astray. C. I have ...
I I had forgotten how the frogs must sound After a year of silence, else I think I should not ...
Of Man's first disobedience, and the fruit Of that forbidden tree whose mortal taste Brought death into the World, and ...
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