The Waters of Babylon (Archbishop William Alexander Poems)
'C'est l? le myst?re apr?s lequel soupirent toutes les ?mes exil?es, qui s'affligent sur les fleuves de Babylon en se ...
'C'est l? le myst?re apr?s lequel soupirent toutes les ?mes exil?es, qui s'affligent sur les fleuves de Babylon en se ...
She is so little-in her hand a rose;A stern duenna watches where she goes.What sees she? Ah, she knows not-the ...
Late, late, in the October afternoon,The monks sat listening spellbound in the choir;The voice went ringing on, a lovely tune,A ...
IRise up, Lord,And let Thine enemies be scattered,And let them that hate Thee flee before Thee!As the dispersion of smoke-drift,Thou ...
IBless the Lord, O my soul!O Lord, my God!Very great hast Thou been.Splendour and majestyThou hast put on as a ...
Soft slept the beautiful autumnIn the heart, on the face of the Lough-Its heart, whose pulses were hush'd,Till you knew ...
IIn the Indian dawnMany a long, voluminous fold,Vicious blue and viscous gold,Twenty living feet of hell,Glides a snake into the ...
And up the stream of days he seem'd to float,And twice seven years was toiling for his wife:And all his ...
They say that 'war is hell,' the 'great accursed,'The sin impossible to be forgiven;Yet I can look beyond it at ...
How thin the veil between our eyesAnd angel wings in motion!How narrow the long ledge that lies'Twixt us and death's ...
A summer night that blows,Fragrant with hay and flowers, on copse and lawn;A window muffled round and round with rose,Fronting ...
As a child in some far and quiet placeBy earth scarce stirr'dGrows shy as is some forest bird,And almost feareth ...
There was a ship, one eve autumnal, onwardSteer'd o'er an ocean lake,Steer'd by some strong hand ever as if sunward:Behind, ...
Follow the pictured forms that Vandyck drew,One life-wide lesson thou mayst learn;Each happy gift, each perfect work and true,Thou to ...
No time shall want its verse superbly wrought,For aye sweet Poesy renews her youth,Hangs songs like hawthorn from the sharpest ...
The morn is cold. A whiteness newly broughtLightly and loosely powders every place,The panes among yon trees that eastward faceFlash ...
Methought a dear one came from death's retreat:The pale presentment of his face was thin.Ruin sat greyly there, a shadow ...
Then follow'd something more. A little spaceThe sea ceas'd working. Thereon dimlythroughThe darkness upon John's weak soul there grewA sad, ...
Sweet watcher by the wounded; undefiledPitier, in whom earth's fallen might beholdThe crystal's purity without its cold;Pale, passionate weeper o'er ...
Yet after all we cry, Shall God deviseNo way to bring His banish'd ones again?Shall there not some aspersion of ...
Yet with what art, thro' what enormous space,With what innumerous threads how deftly plann'd,Silverly separate in the subtle hand,He winds ...
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