A Book Of Strife In The Form Of The Diary Of An Old Soul – April (George MacDonald Poems)
1.LORD, I do choose the higher than my will.I would be handled by thy nursing armsAfter thy will, not my ...
1.LORD, I do choose the higher than my will.I would be handled by thy nursing armsAfter thy will, not my ...
I Within a Temple of the Toes, Where twirled the passionate Wili, I saw full many a market rose, And ...
Praise of the knights of oldMay sleep: their tale is told, And no man cares:The praise which fires ...
THE DUST of a thousand roads, the greaseAnd grime of slums, were on his face;The fangs of hunger and diseaseUpon ...
_Stanzas from "Onegin"_Our Northern Winter's fickle Summer,Than Southern Winter scarce more bland--Is undeniably withdrawingOn fleeting footsteps from the land.Soon will ...
(Battleships of the Coronation Naval Review, Spithead, England, June 24,1911.) Hail, sceptered Mars, great god of wars! ...
SMALL wren, mute pecking at the last red plum Or twittering idly at the yellowing boughs Fruit-emptied, over thy forsaken ...
Weland among the Wurmas / wandered in exile,A single-minded earl / he suffered hardship,He had for his comrades / care ...
'Above the Senates brawl - the maddening roar for gain, Do you hear the Christmas Carol - the felons clanking ...
The maple leaf is stained with red, Deeper than autumn's dye; On foreign fields our noble dead ...
WET almond-trees, in the rain,Like iron sticking grimly out of earth;Black almond trunks, in the rain,Like iron implements twisted, hideous, ...
O! COME to the greenwood shade, Away from the city's din, From the heartless strife of trade, And the fumes ...
It is well that there are palaces of peaceAnd discipline and dreaming and desire,Lest we forget our heritage and ceaseThe ...
This love, that dares not warm before its flameOur yearning hands, or from its tempting treeYield fruit we may consume, ...
Muse of my native land! loftiest Muse! O first-born on the mountains! by the hues Of heaven on the spiritual ...
Wind of the dead men's feet, Blow down the empty street Of this old city by the sea With news ...
The First Voice HE trilled a carol fresh and free, He laughed aloud for very glee: There came a breeze ...
The lone man gazed and gazed upon his gold, His sweat, his blood, the wage of weary days; But now ...
Light up your pipe again, old chum, and sit awhile with me; I've got to watch the bannock bake -- ...
This is the tale that was told to me by the man with the crystal eye, As I smoked my ...
Lone amid the cafe's cheer, Sad of heart am I to-night; Dolefully I drink my beer, But no single line ...
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