Nightfall (E J Rupert Atkinson Poems)
SWART hill and shrunken valley, long gray cloudsSmoke all into the sunset, interlacedWith sheen of gold and crimson; vapour shroudsDroop ...
SWART hill and shrunken valley, long gray cloudsSmoke all into the sunset, interlacedWith sheen of gold and crimson; vapour shroudsDroop ...
So humble things Thou hast borne for us, O God,Left'st Thou a path of lowliness untrod?Yes, one, till now; another ...
May this dreary abode be for ever unknown, For ever, by virtue, by Pity, untrod;Unbreathed be his name, and unhonor'd ...
POOR River, now thou'rt almost dry, What Nymph, or Swain, will near thee lie? Since brought, alas! to sad Decay, ...
In anguish we uplift A new unhallowed song: The race is to the swift; The battle to the strong. Of ...
I cannot count the pebbles in the brook. Well hath He spoken: "Swear not by thy head. Thou knowest not ...
Just for a handful of silver he left us, Just for a riband to stick in his coat- Found the ...
The autumn-time has come; On woods that dream of bloom, And over purpling vines, The low sun fainter shines. The ...
Vicisti, Galilæe I have lived long enough, having seen one thing, that love hath an end; Goddess and maiden and ...
At dusk, when lowlands where dark waters glide Robe in gray mist, and through the greening hills The hoot-owl calls ...
I fancied, while you stood conversing there, Superb, in every attitude a queen, Her ermine thus Boadicea bare, So moved ...
There where the mighty mountains bare their fangs unto the moon, There where the sullen sun-dogs glare in the snow-bright, ...
What are you doing here, Tom Thorne, on the white top-knot o' the world, Where the wind has the cut ...
Within a pub that's off the Strand and handy to the bar, With pipe in mouth and mug in hand ...
AS one who having wandered all night long In a perplexed forest, comes at length In the first hours, about ...
'Tis strange that in a land so strong So strong and bold in mighty youth, We have no poet's voice ...
Night in the unslumbering forest! From the free, Vast pinelands by the foot of man untrod, Blows the wild wind, ...
I, who erewhile the happy Garden sung By one man's disobedience lost, now sing Recovered Paradise to all mankind, By ...
Hail, holy Light, offspring of Heaven firstborn, Or of the Eternal coeternal beam May I express thee unblam'd? since God ...
I This is the Month, and this the happy morn Wherin the Son of Heav'ns eternal King, Of wedded Maid, ...
Oft seems the Time a market-town Where many merchant-spirits meet Who up and down and up and down Cry out ...
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