Love (James Avis Bartley Poems)
Of woman was I born, and man I am.I come to teach the greatest, yet the most meekOf all true ...
Of woman was I born, and man I am.I come to teach the greatest, yet the most meekOf all true ...
A woodman whose rough heart was out of tune(I think such hearts yet never came to good)Hated to hear, under ...
Above the roofs and chimney-tops, And through the slow November rain, A light from some far attic pane,Shines twinkling through the water-drops.Some ...
Skim o'er the tide,And from thy pinions flingThe sparkling water-drops,Sweet child of spring!Bathe in the dying sunshine warm and bright,Till ...
Like a strong youth who, from refreshing sleep After hard travel, rises light of heart, Active of limb, flushed with ...
TO THEM THAT MOURNLet your tears flow; let your sad sighs have scope;Only take heed they fan, they water Hope.A ...
The breath of the ocean my cradle is, Which the sun draws up from the blue abyss, And the upper ...
When I looked into your eyes, I saw a garden With peonies, and tinkling pagodas, And round-arched bridges Over still ...
The chatter of little people Breaks on my purpose Like the water-drops which slowly wear the rocks to powder. And ...
How beautiful is the rain! After the dust and heat, In the broad and fiery street, In the narrow lane, ...
Bhaskar Roy Barman As does the Great River on to the sea and back to the matted hair of Lord ...
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