The Wayside Cross (John William Streets Poems)
Beneath a hawthorn bush, dying, he layUpon an orchard slope, a gentle hill;The silvery moonlight thro' the night did playUpon ...
Beneath a hawthorn bush, dying, he layUpon an orchard slope, a gentle hill;The silvery moonlight thro' the night did playUpon ...
GIFT from the cold and silent Past!A relic to the present cast,Left on the ever-changing strandOf shifting and unstable sand,Which ...
ON VISTING HER HOUSE AFTER HER DEATH.SHE is not here! Alas, she is not here!Yet all still breathes and speaks ...
AN INCIDENT AT WASHINGTON.A woman once made her escape from the slave-prison, which stands midway between the Capitol and the ...
Behold the blossom-bosomed Day again,With all the star-white Hours in her train,Laughs out of pearl-lights through a golden ray,That, leaning ...
1630ALL overgrown with bush and fern,And straggling clumps of tangled trees,With trunks that lean and boughs that turn,Bent eastward by ...
I heard this day, as I may no more,The world's heart throb at my workshop door.The sun was keen, and ...
Our Father, when our loved one layWith her languid eyes half closed,When the darkening shadow of the graveOn her sunny ...
O'STRONG and pure of soul! - O earnest-hearted!Like stranger-pilgrims at some way-side shrineHave we two met, and mingled faith, and ...
WOODMAN, spare that tree!Touch not a single bough!In youth it sheltered me,And I'll protect it now.'Twas my forefather's handThat placed ...
A lonely moorland stretching farBeneath the stars' eternal light;A sentry standing there aloneVigilant, peering thro' the night.A meteor shoots adown ...
I.WHAT shalt THOU know of Spring? A verdant crown Of young boughs waving o'er thy blooming head: White tufted Guelder-roses, ...
I. Like the sweet Naiad of the Grecian's dreams,A Spirit born of Song — unseen, all-seeing—Lives deep within our dark ...
I. O YE in all the world who love true Song, Be gentle to the singers who uplift In innocent ...
What tellest thou to heaven, Thou royal tropic tree? At morn or noon or even, Proud dweller ...
I love the peaks with their snow-bound caps; the stately mountains grand;The pungent smell of the bending pines that tower ...
The trees and the flowers are beautiful, The sky is blue and high,And the small streams make pleasant soundsAs they ...
I KNOW a vale where the oriole swings Her nest to the breeze and the sky,The iris opens her petal ...
You shall hear how Pau-Puk-Keewis, How the handsome Yenadizze Danced at Hiawatha's wedding; How the gentle Chibiabos, He the sweetest ...
GIFT from the cold and silent Past! A relic to the present cast, Left on the ever-changing strand Of shifting ...
OH, the sudden wings arising from the ploughed fields brown Showered aloft in spray of song the wild-bird twitter floats ...
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