The Portrait (John Bannister Tabb Poems)
Each has his Angel-Guardian. Mine, I know,Looks on me from that pictured face. Behold,How clear, between those rifted clouds of ...
Each has his Angel-Guardian. Mine, I know,Looks on me from that pictured face. Behold,How clear, between those rifted clouds of ...
What time the countless arrow-heads of lightKeen twinkled on the bended heavens, back-drawnWith deadly aim, at signal of the Dawn,To ...
I had no God but these,The sacerdotal Trees,And they uplifted me."I hung upon a Tree."The sun and moon I saw,And ...
Methinks that if my spirit could beholdIts earthly habitation void and chill,Whence all its time-encircled good and illExpanded to eternity, ...
I knew she lay above me,Where the casement all the nightShone, softened with a phosphor glowOf sympathetic light,And that her ...
Thy face is whitened with remembered woe;For thou alone, pale satellite, didst see,Amid the shadows of Gethsemane,The mingled cup of ...
Long I waited, wonderingHow, so near my heart,Love another life could bring,Made of mine a part,Nor let me, save in ...
And have ye come again,Dim seedling of the Dew?Long waiting have I lainIn wintriness like you,Through many a month of ...
Look on Thy Mother's face,That miracle of grace,O Son Divine!That, bending, she may seeA greater mysteryRevealed in Thine.Without Thee, she ...
When first her Christmas watch to keepCame down the silent angel, Sleep,With snowy sandals shod,Beholding what His mother's handsHad wrought, ...
The vital vapors to absorb,The moon, with famished gaze,Suspends her lean, malignant orbAbove a dying face.I watch her like a ...
O tender shade!Lone captive of enamoured Light,That from an angel visage brightA glance betrayed.Dost thou not sighTo wander from thy ...
He crept behind me, and his gentle handLaid on my lids, lest I too soon should seeThe face in all ...
In this secluded shrine,O miracle of grace,No mortal eye but mineHath looked upon thy face.No shadow but mine ownHath screened ...
For ever face to face,As towered of oldWithin the Holy PlaceThe wings of gold.One heralding the dayWith kindled crest;One reddened ...
When roars the wind and beats the rain,A face before my window-pane—A phantom of the storm—I see,My own benighted effigy.So, ...
'Tis said, in death, upon the faceOf Age, a momentary traceOf Infancy's returning graceForestalls decay;And here, in Autumn's dusky reign,A ...
Fear not: the planet that bedimsThe moon's distorted face,Itself through cloudless ether swimsThe Sea of Space;And earthward many a distant ...
I count the wrinkles in the road,As men are wont to traceThe ravages of Time and ThoughtUpon a human face.Such ...
Ye hills that sloping westward, seeAlone the evening sky,I come to you for sympathy."Alas!" they made reply,"Your tears are for ...
I loved her countenance whereon,Despite the longest day,The tenderness of visions goneIn shadow seemed to stay.And now, when faithless sight ...
On Sinai did the cloud,His glory shroud;And in the Holy PlaceIt hid His face.As now He goes, so shall ye ...
The Baby has no skiesBut Mother's eyes,Nor any God aboveBut Mother's Love.His angel sees the Father's face,But he the Mother's, ...
"Thou shalt no graven image make;"And yet, O sculptor, for the sakeOf such an effigy as I—The superscription like the ...
The Moon, like Mary, bore to beThe partner of His agony.The Sun, in pity for the race,Like God, the Father, ...
Thou lookest on the lonely place,To find no more the sleeping face,Nor kiss again the crescent brow—Thy fairer counterpart till ...
'Tis in the shadows that we traceThe light of Love's remembered face:'Tis in the register of PainThat Life's immortal deeds ...
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