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 ...
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 ...
AN ARMENIAN LEGEND'Tis sunset, and the wind is blowing fair;Her anchor soon the good ship will be weighing,Toward the cross ...
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 ...
I stood upon yon Bridge, 'neath whichThe murmuring Foyle so nobly flows.The winter made the sunset richWith brass that in ...
They say that 'war is hell,' the 'great accursed,'The sin impossible to be forgiven;Yet I can look beyond it at ...
A FRAGMENTBehold! on an Assyrian quayFast by the town of Nineveh,At moon of night, methought I stoodWhere Tigris went with ...
Yes; with heavy dashingOf a shower just shedOn the gloomy beech-tree,Wet were leaves o'erhead.Wet were all the rosesOn the garden ...
Methought a dear one came from death's retreat:The pale presentment of his face was thin.Ruin sat greyly there, a shadow ...
Sensuous, some say, a very amoristIn spiritual spheres of mystic sweets-Drowsy with incense-fumes, a feebler KeatsWho made the realm of ...
If thou hast merely art mosaicwiseTo cramp just fourteen lines with rhymes just five;If thou our Shakespeare's sonnet half despiseBecause ...
The early sunset occupies the entireVariety of heav'n with various dyes,Enough to glorify a hundred skies.Far west five lines of ...
I never yet heard music, howe'er sweet,Never saw flower or light, ocean or hill,But a quick thrill of something finer ...
IN DERRY CATHEDRALDown through our crowded lanes, and closer air,O friend, how beautiful thy footsteps were;When through the fever's waves ...
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