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 ...
The enchanted island rose before me, drawnMore beautiful than words of mine may reach;It lay magnificent in a magic dawn,And ...
She is so little-in her hand a rose;A stern duenna watches where she goes.What sees she? Ah, she knows not-the ...
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 ...
GENOA, 1872Two sunny winter days I sped alongThe Riviera's winding mountain way;Scarcely I caught the blue sea's faint far song,By ...
IBless the Lord, O my soul!O Lord, my God!Very great hast Thou been.Splendour and majestyThou hast put on as a ...
IHeavily my desk uponLay a Hebrew Lexicon.As I pried into the tomeI thought me of Saint Hierome,By the Jew tormented ...
Soft slept the beautiful autumnIn the heart, on the face of the Lough-Its heart, whose pulses were hush'd,Till you knew ...
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 ...
GROWTH AND OVERGROWTHI: GROWTH Oft have I mused what use the ancients madeOf solemn service and of stately form,On what ...
A FRAGMENTBehold! on an Assyrian quayFast by the town of Nineveh,At moon of night, methought I stoodWhere Tigris went with ...
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 ...
With her a boy of fifteen summers came.Into the presence of the lad did passAn influence from a climate as ...
AN OLD MAN'S OPTIMISM I'Tis dark around on either hand-Old I am, marching in a mountain land.Will the dawn never ...
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, ...
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 ...
What love I when I love Thee, O my God?Not corporal beauty, nor the limb of snow,Nor of loved light ...
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