John William Inchbold Poems on Faces (6 Poems)

AN ODE. O Queen and Spirit! beautiful and still, Whose eyes the world's most wondrous things receive, So that thy face we never ...

The white sea-foam still plays on golden shore, The sun through tears makes many a jewelled bow, The trees around the home ...

Ask Time, swift-footed, to return again, Would flowers he gathered shine with morning dew, And touch our hearts as once they used ...

O wherefore ever onward Love, O why Not rest with me awhile, and bid me take Thine own sweet flowers that everywhere ...

See how the fire rude silver purifies, The sage refiner sitting watchful by, And tempering heat intense, judiciously With stream of cooler air, ...

There is a book wherein we sometimes see A dim reflection of the face of God; Awful at times these writings seem ...

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