Fidelity (Jared Barhite Poems)
When the infant world in its swaddling band Of mist and cloud and storm, Assumed its forms of sea and land, And the ...
When the infant world in its swaddling band Of mist and cloud and storm, Assumed its forms of sea and land, And the ...
There's an art in our profession, Which cannot be wholly learned From all books in our possession, Though their leaves be deftly turned Till ...
There's an ogre abroad, boys, There's an ogre abroad, A three-handed monster That makes his abode In hamlet and city, In country and town, And revels ...
O who has not felt his gay heart beat with gladness, As forth he has wandered some morning in May? It drives ...
Can we e'er forget our boyhood, And the days we spent at school, With the jolly youths and maidens Who with pencil for ...
'Tis sweet to hold communion With Nature true and wild, And feel the thrill of gladness She breathes upon her child, When close upon ...
Perhaps no spot upon this sphere, Has charms for me more sacred, dear, Than those of old Poundridge; I love her hills, her ...
Love is a sort of cannibal And lives upon its kind, It dares all dangers, fears no foes And to the world is ...
I know not what the future May have in store for me, I only know that God is God And He may trusted ...
When musical chords are tensioned To sentiments they should express, And touched by a master artist Whose deft hand gives the proper stress, The ...
Oh, give me some heart of a kindred spirit That smiles when I smile, or that weeps when I weep, Whose solace ...
Let melancholy mortals grieve And tell their tale of sorrow, Their gloomy spirits to relieve, But all returns to-morrow; For all the while they ...
A solitary bird was seen by the writer, making its toilsome flightagainst a strong storm-wind. The peculiar undulating flight, thegathering ...
Beneath the shade deep in a dell, Where fairy spirits ever dwell,-- Away from haunts of men, A living thing of godlike birth, By ...
When on mountain road I travel, Stained with dust and dirt and gravel, In cool shade I sit me down; Oft I see ...
The tiny trembling tendons That twine about the heart, Are chords that yield a music Unknown to vocal art. Though soft the notes are ...
I sat me down in a forest old, Beside a low murmuring stream; I lent my ear to the tale it told, For ...
How strange are the stories we sometimes read In faces we meet by the way, They unconsciously tell of motive or deed That ...
Dear Brother, how the time speeds on And leaves its trace upon our forms; The days of sunny youth are gone And age ...
Let quiet people talk of peace-- Contentment of the mind, But he who lives at perfect ease Can never bless mankind. If each no ...
Ere I lay me down the burden That my soul on earth hath worn, Let me feel before departing, That my tree of ...
A boy is a wonderfully curious thing, Of all creation he deems himself King, Yet give him for pastime a top and ...
When pollen-dust from fields of rye Floats out on the dews of even, And stars of June bedeck the sky Of mild and ...
With lavish hand our God hath spread Beauty and fragrance o'er the land; His smile revives the seeming dead; Nature awakes at His ...
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