‘The Defence Of Rorke’s Drift’: A Reverie In The Art Gallery (Emily Mary Barton Poems)
"The fierceness of man shall turn to Thy praise."HAIL, thoughtful wanderer, to these halls of Art,Here, let her bright conceptions ...
"The fierceness of man shall turn to Thy praise."HAIL, thoughtful wanderer, to these halls of Art,Here, let her bright conceptions ...
FRIEND, gliding near me on life's widening stream,In whose long wake star-spangled ripples gleam,And from whose prow the pioneering lightKeenly ...
1 - The Savage.YE spirits, hovering near the skies,Or walking awful in the night;O make our old men good and ...
I AROSE to depart when the dew of my dawningYet shone in thine eyes and thine infantile mirth:A dark little ...
1st November, 1837Another bright summer for ever has fled.And the song of the warblers is silent and dead;The heavens are ...
OVER the waves that were seething in glory.Past the horizon of landscape and lea.Round the steep mountain heights steadfast and ...
WHEN rejoicing in the light of our Salvation,With the Covenant of Peace upon the mind,We reach the crowning joy of ...
(Suggested By A Fine Horse, Restive In Youth, But Useful In Age.)IN the cool of a summer evening.'Mid pleasant sights ...
MANSION assigned me by Eternal Love,While on this lower stage I play my part,In prelude to the harmonies above,How wonderful ...
IN a weary land of exile there has come to me a token,A wreath of pearly mistletoe around a holly ...
Written Just Before Leaving EnglandTHERE are bright mountains in the happy West;The sun's last rays upon their summits rest;Above their ...
WHEN at early morn I feelHealthful air around me steal:Mark upon the curtains whiteThe slow gradation of the light,And the ...
THE sleeping infant lies contentBeneath adoring mother's eyes -While o'er him linger yet the scentAnd sights and sounds of Paradise:His ...
BONNIE wee laddies, and rosy-check'd lassies,Joyfully trotting to Kindergart classes,How gaily you march to the music of duty;Pictures and poems ...
WE saw thee from the mountain tops, we hailed thee from the strand,And the murmur of thy coming was like ...
OPEN the beautiful gates of the West,A chariot of gold is waiting the guestWho, for twelve rolling moons, has been ...
BY the dark rolling tide of the world's troubled waters,I sat down and wept on the willowy shore;For the sin ...
THE waves of care that round me crept at morn,Rolled high at noon, then sank with vesper chime,Have left me ...
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