A Dialogue At Fiesole (Alfred Austin Poems)
HE.Halt here awhile. That mossy-cushioned seatIs for your queenliness a natural throne;As I am fitly couched on this low sward,Here ...
HE.Halt here awhile. That mossy-cushioned seatIs for your queenliness a natural throne;As I am fitly couched on this low sward,Here ...
Read at the unveiling of the bust of Elizabeth Fry at the Friends'School, Providence, R. I.A. D. 1209.AMIDST Thuringia's wooded ...
O strong, upwelling prayers of faith,From inmost founts of life ye start,—The spirit's pulse, the vital breathOf soul and heart!From ...
THIS POEM, DEDICATED TO HIS MOTHER.To twilight heads comes Death as comes a friend.As with the gentle fading of the ...
Heaven's cup held down to me I drain,The sunshine mounts and spurs my brain;Bathing in grass, with thirsty eyeI suck ...
THE day of Joseph's marriage unto Mary,In thoughful mood he said unto his wife,Behold, I go into a far-off countryTo ...
THROUGHOUT the soft and sunlit dayThe pennoned pines, in strict array,Stand grim and silent, gaunt and gray.But when the blasts ...
So be it, God, I take what Thou dost give,And gladly give what Thou dost take away.For me Thy choice ...
(1)One night I dreamt that in a gleaming hallYou played, and overhead the air was sweetWith waving kerchiefs; then a ...
You left your vineyards, dreaming of the vines in a dream landAnd dim Italian cities where high cathedrals stand.At Anzac ...
THE alert and valiant faith that could respond,Upon life's threshold, to the highest call,Unquestioning of what might lie beyond,-Courage afield ...
What have we to give To one who stands Waiting with open hands,Mother of many sons in many ...
Some prisoned moon in steep cloud-fastnesses,-Throned queen and thralled; some dying sun whose pyreBlazed with momentous memorable fire;-Who hath not ...
We answered to the call to arms, unquestioning and blind,We trusted to the promises of those we left behind.We gave ...
How can we find? how can we rest? how can We, being gods, win joy, or peace, being man? We, ...
SHE wanders in the April woods, That glisten with the fallen shower; She leans her face against the buds, She ...
TO The States, or any one of them, or any city of The States, Resist much, obey little; Once unquestioning ...
If I were mild, and I were sweet, And laid my heart before your feet, And took my dearest thoughts ...
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