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 ...
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 ...
GENOA, 1872Two sunny winter days I sped alongThe Riviera's winding mountain way;Scarcely I caught the blue sea's faint far song,By ...
Soft slept the beautiful autumnIn the heart, on the face of the Lough-Its heart, whose pulses were hush'd,Till you knew ...
And up the stream of days he seem'd to float,And twice seven years was toiling for his wife:And all his ...
I stood upon yon Bridge, 'neath whichThe murmuring Foyle so nobly flows.The winter made the sunset richWith brass that in ...
At work within his barn since very early,Fairly tired out with toiling all the day,Upon the small bed where he ...
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 ...
O Wonderful! round whose birth-hourProphetic song, miraculous power,Cluster and burn, like star and flower.Those marvellous rays that at Thy will,From ...
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, ...
Yes; with heavy dashingOf a shower just shedOn the gloomy beech-tree,Wet were leaves o'erhead.Wet were all the rosesOn the garden ...
I never yet heard music, howe'er sweet,Never saw flower or light, ocean or hill,But a quick thrill of something finer ...
FOR A WARD OF A HOSPITALThy body rests beneath the Italian sod,Thy soul's inheritance is the light of God;Yet here ...
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