The Finding Of The Book (Archbishop William Alexander Poems)
The enchanted island rose before me, drawnMore beautiful than words of mine may reach;It lay magnificent in a magic dawn,And ...
The enchanted island rose before me, drawnMore beautiful than words of mine may reach;It lay magnificent in a magic dawn,And ...
AN ARMENIAN LEGEND'Tis sunset, and the wind is blowing fair;Her anchor soon the good ship will be weighing,Toward the cross ...
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 ...
GENOA, 1872Two sunny winter days I sped alongThe Riviera's winding mountain way;Scarcely I caught the blue sea's faint far song,By ...
IIn the Indian dawnMany a long, voluminous fold,Vicious blue and viscous gold,Twenty living feet of hell,Glides a snake into the ...
At work within his barn since very early,Fairly tired out with toiling all the day,Upon the small bed where he ...
They say that 'war is hell,' the 'great accursed,'The sin impossible to be forgiven;Yet I can look beyond it at ...
As a child in some far and quiet placeBy earth scarce stirr'dGrows shy as is some forest bird,And almost feareth ...
No time shall want its verse superbly wrought,For aye sweet Poesy renews her youth,Hangs songs like hawthorn from the sharpest ...
Prayer is not eloquence nor measured toneNor memory musical of periods fair.The son forlorn forgetteth half his prayer. Faith sighs ...
Wherefore his picture evermore was huedOver with colours, peradventure fine,But mixed not for a Heav'n-conceived design.A creed that like the ...
Spiritual ocean, measurelessly broad!Who loves thee once truly shall evermoreBe drawn to thee, fair sea without a shore!Surely and indeclinably, ...
What love I when I love Thee, O my God?Not corporal beauty, nor the limb of snow,Nor of loved light ...
Child, with the soft hymn by a father's bedSung soothing; maiden, whose bright face did stirAll our rough England with ...
Look, if eternally a fair rose grew,And if therefrom suns near yet not intenseWon out a purple-flam?d opulence,Impassioning the paleness ...
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