After our Likeness. (Ada Cambridge Poems)
Before me now a little picture lies-A little shadow of a childish face,Childishly sweet, yet with the dawning graceOf thought ...
Before me now a little picture lies-A little shadow of a childish face,Childishly sweet, yet with the dawning graceOf thought ...
I.Fallen the lofty halls, where vassal crowds Drank in the dawn of Gertrude's natal day. The dungeon roof an ...
Speak kindly, wife; the little ones will grow Fairest and straightest in the warmest sun. We talk so often ...
How calm the spangled city spread below! How cool the night! How fair the starry skies! How sweet the dewy ...
Earth, outward tuning on her path in space This pensive southern face, Swathing its smile and shine In ...
Ah, 'twas but now I saw the sun flush pink on yonder placid tide; The purple hill-tops, one by one, ...
A Meditation in the British Museum.I say it to myself—in meekest awe Of Progress, electricity and steam, Of this ...
Because I live, ye shall live also.Calmly the Paschal moonlight now is sleeping On mossy hillock and on headstone ...
He asked life of thee, and thou gavest him a long life, even for ever and ever. Life—length of days—the ...
And unto Adam He said…. cursed is the ground for thy sake. Thorns…. shall bring it forth. ...
Before me now a little picture lies— A little shadow of a childish face, Childishly sweet, ...
Over the smooth lawns, broider'd with violets, Over the hedges of snow-white thorn, Over the billowy, pink apple-blossoms, ...
When I kneel down the dawn is only breaking; Sleep fetters still the brown wings of the lark; The ...
So still—so still! Only the endless sighing Of sad ?olian harp-notes overhead; Only the soft mass-music for the dying; ...
The Spirit of man is the candle of the Lord. "The Spirit itself beareth witness with our ...
A wave-worn boulder, with green sea-moss wrapping A silken mantle o'er its jagged sides; And silvery, seething waters softly ...
Thou waterest her furrows, thou sendest rain into the little valleys thereof; thou makest it soft with the drops of ...
The sun has set; grey shadows darken slowly The rose-red cloud-hills that were bathed in light O Lord, to ...
Learn, learn, learn,— Our beautiful world is not a field for sheep; Not just a place wherein to laugh and ...
But they are at peace.Never to weary more, nor suffer sorrow,— Their strife all over, and their work all ...
(No. 1.)O Holy Spirit, we entreat, Send down Thy quickening fire; Let Thine own presence, dread and sweet, ...
As an April garden Breathes the scent of rain— Rain that calls her treasures Back to life again— So my ...
O for wings! that I might soar A little way above the floor, A little way beyond the roar— A ...
And is the great cause lost beyond recall? Have all the hopes of ages come to naught? Is life no ...
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