Triumph (John Gneisenau Neihardt Poems)
SEE how the blue-girt hills are spreadWith regal cloth of gold;How, panoplied in haughty red,The frosted maples stand;The golden rod, ...
SEE how the blue-girt hills are spreadWith regal cloth of gold;How, panoplied in haughty red,The frosted maples stand;The golden rod, ...
May dew and hazeI catch in taut canvases.Stuffed in a costrel tight,I'll take them home come light.Blissful constellations blazethe Zodiac ...
Once again within the city, 'mid its multitudinous din, Stand I, while, as sinks a leaf when left by the ...
Into all the onward current and this iron time that feels Its own way with din and clamour through this ...
England, amid thy great in this great time One man, white-haired, with misty, flashing eyesLooms from the rest, in his ...
In Eden every flower is blown. Amen.—His own epitaphA happy time in my young life—when dreams Ran in sweet thrills ...
© 2020 Inspirational Stories