Nature: (John William Inchbold Poems)
STRATFORD-ON-AVON. I. I feel the precious balm of Nature's joy! I rest as in a dream of quiet bliss! Time's scroll unfolded lies: again ...
STRATFORD-ON-AVON. I. I feel the precious balm of Nature's joy! I rest as in a dream of quiet bliss! Time's scroll unfolded lies: again ...
The snow-drops sword-like pierce the lagging snows, The Winter dies with blessings on the Spring, The violet sweet, which Love himself well ...
At last are fled the leaves that lingered long, The sun at last withholds his parting glow, The clouds move onward like ...
The lone parched land still yearns for later rains, The hopeless exile for a sight of home, Those ever suffering ask a ...
Although the yellow leaves are on the tree, And summer's ruins thickly strew the ground, And no bright flowers are in the ...
Rise up, my Love, my fair one come away, For lo! the winter's past, the rain is gone, The flowers of earth ...
Thou fairest daughter of a thousand sires! Mother of Queens, undying beauty's flower! A mystery of God whence holy fires Were kindled that ...
O come, white snow, and hide the Summer dead! Let not a flower of all I loved be seen! O blinding sky ...
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