A Mountain Spring (Henry Kendall Poems)
Peace hath an altar there. The sounding feetOf thunder and the wildering wings of rainAgainst fire-rifted summits flash and beat,And ...
Peace hath an altar there. The sounding feetOf thunder and the wildering wings of rainAgainst fire-rifted summits flash and beat,And ...
HOW many a budding plant is born to fade!How many a May bloom wilt with quick decay!Ofttimes the ruddiest rose ...
MANY a graven gem, besetWith gold, is worn as an amuletIn the far-off climes of the East,—a charmTo preserve the ...
My lady sat in her bower, and span From a newly plenished creel; She loved the wild sea noise that ...
All on a windy morn in lusty March,Rode Godwin hawking thro' his father's woodsAnd singing as he rode: stalwart was ...
I awoke at a breath, and looked out on the world's wan face While the dew like a death-damp hung ...
Eight years have fled since, in the wilderness,I drew the rein to rest my comrade there-My supple, clean-limbed pony of ...
Oh! Dreams are mysteries! The free born mindOwns not the fetters which the body wears,By sleep imposed. But starting from ...
We journey'd on !—the twilight starShone, in its tranquil beauty, o'er us;While, with its thousand lights, afarThe glitt'ring city lay ...
I. A MOTH belated,-sun and zephyr-kist,- Trembling about a pale arbutus bell, Probing to wildering depths its honeyed cell,- A ...
I know not in what freakist hour My kindred strange and wildDid cast me out from Elfinland To ...
A brain that burns with its own heat,--A heart that breaks at every beat,--A wildering march of weary feet,In search ...
The strength of twice three thousand horse That seeks the single goal; The line that holds the rending course, The ...
There are who lord it o'er their fellow-men With most prevailing tinsel: who unpen Their baaing vanities, to browse away ...
'The mist is resting on the hill; The smoke is hanging in the air; The very clouds are standing still: ...
A prisoner in a dungeon deep Sat musing silently; His head was rested on his hand, His elbow on his ...
Silent is the house: all are laid asleep: One alone looks out o'er the snow-wreaths deep, Watching every cloud, dreading ...
There was a man whom Sorrow named his Friend, And he, of his high comrade Sorrow dreaming, Went walking with ...
GIFT from the cold and silent Past! A relic to the present cast, Left on the ever-changing strand Of shifting ...
ALL day they loitered by the resting ships, Telling their beauties over, taking stock; At night the verdict left my ...
I I hate this yoke; for the world's sake here put it on: Knowing 'twill weigh as much on you ...
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