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 ...
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 ...
Soft slept the beautiful autumnIn the heart, on the face of the Lough-Its heart, whose pulses were hush'd,Till you knew ...
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 ...
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, ...
Then follow'd something more. A little spaceThe sea ceas'd working. Thereon dimlythroughThe darkness upon John's weak soul there grewA sad, ...
But ere heaven's cressets burn along its plain,The Master comes. And as a man, all nightLull'd in a room full ...
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