The Last Day (James Edmeston Poems)
It is the summer's noontide hour,The earth is clad with many a flower;The bright stream rolls its sparkling breast,On full-blown ...
It is the summer's noontide hour,The earth is clad with many a flower;The bright stream rolls its sparkling breast,On full-blown ...
Oft, when I've seen a rising ground,With bowery leafage shadow'd round;Where groups of forest roses twine,With foxglove and with sweet ...
There is a nighttime of the soul,When tempests rest and storm-clouds roll;The troubled spirit looks on high,But thunder lowers along ...
Farewell ! thou vase of splendour,I need thy light no more;No brilliance canst thou renderThe world to which I soar.Nor ...
Millions of feet entraversed here,Where are their parted spirits?Each in a dark or glorious sphereHis own reward inherits:Where they have ...
Why are the meadows gay with flowers,And fair with silver streams?Why are the valleys moist with showers,And bright with summer ...
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