God of the Open Air (Henry Van Dyke Poem)
I Thou who hast made thy dwelling fair With flowers beneath, above with starry lights, And set thine altars everywhere,-- ...
I Thou who hast made thy dwelling fair With flowers beneath, above with starry lights, And set thine altars everywhere,-- ...
The mountains that enfold the vale With walls of granite, steep and high, Invite the fearless foot to scale Their ...
A Lady red -- amid the Hill Her annual secret keeps! A Lady white, within the Field In placid Lily ...
Just over the horizon a great machine of death is roaring and rearing. One can hear it always. Earthquake, starvation, ...
Some say that Guy of Warwick The man that killed the Cow, And brake the mighty Boar alive Beyond the ...
Almighty Framer of the Skies! O let our pure devotion rise, Like Incense in thy Sight! Wrapt in impenetrable Shade ...
'Tis morning; and the sun, with ruddy orb Ascending, fires th' horizon: while the clouds, That crowd away before the ...
Thou know'st my praise of nature most sincere, And that my raptures are not conjur'd up To serve occasions of ...
THE PROLOGUE. WHEN folk had laughed all at this nice case Of Absolon and Hendy Nicholas, Diverse folk diversely they ...
Hast thou a charm to stay the morning-star In his steep course? So long he seems to pause On thy ...
"Lord, being dark," I said, "I cannot bear The further touch of earth, the scented air; Lord, being dark, forewilled ...
How sweet and pleasant grows the way Through summer time again While Landrails call from day to day Amid the ...
This is a day of happiness, sweet peace, And heavenly sunshine; upon which conven'd In full assembly fair, once more ...
LEANDER. No more of Memphis and her mighty kings, Or Alexandria, where the Ptolomies. Taught golden commerce to unfurl her ...
Languid, and sad, and slow, from day to day I journey on, yet pensive turn to view (Where the rich ...
Languid, and sad, and slow, from day to day I journey on, yet pensive turn to view (Where the rich ...
'The mist is resting on the hill; The smoke is hanging in the air; The very clouds are standing still: ...
Fair was the evening and brightly the sun Was shining on desert and grove, Sweet were the breezes and balmy ...
How fares it, friend, since I by Fate annoy'd Left the old home in need of livelier play For body ...
1 They that in play can do the thing they would, Having an instinct throned in reason's place, --And every ...
A Short Poem or Else Not Say I True pleasure breathes not city air, Nor in Art's temples dwells, In ...
Beautiful cloud! with folds so soft and fair, Swimming in the pure quiet air! Thy fleeces bathed in sunlight, while ...
Is this a time to be cloudy and sad, When our mother Nature laughs around; When even the deep blue ...
Oh! could I hope the wise and pure in heart Might hear my song without a frown, nor deem My ...
O constellations of the early night, That sparkled brighter as the twilight died, And made the darkness glorious! I have ...
Not in the solitude Alone may man commune with heaven, or see Only in savage wood And sunny vale, the ...
In anguish of my heart replete with woes, And wasting pains, which best my body knows, In tossing slumbers on ...
Away, ye gay landscapes, ye garden of roses! In you let the minions of luxury rove; Restore me to the ...
A Fragment of a Turkish Tale The tale which these disjointed fragments present, is founded upon circumstances now less common ...
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
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