Night: (John William Inchbold 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 ...
AN ODE. O Queen and Spirit! beautiful and still, Whose eyes the world's most wondrous things receive, So that thy face we never ...
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 ...
Are there no slaves but those who wear a chain? None with the deep curse branded on their breast, But those whose ...
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 ...
Hast seen the many-coloured bow of life, And tasted all the sweetness that lies hid Within a human smile? When wert thou ...
Thou fairest daughter of a thousand sires! Mother of Queens, undying beauty's flower! A mystery of God whence holy fires Were kindled that ...
As clear as calm experience comes at last, To weary wayfarer from some far land, So dawns the thought whose setting long ...
See how the fire rude silver purifies, The sage refiner sitting watchful by, And tempering heat intense, judiciously With stream of cooler air, ...
Do those pure eyes shine verily the same, On any other eyes they chance to meet? O tell to me, by Love's ...
Like as a sweet child near the moving sea, Bends downward on his frail new world of sand, Happy if but within ...
I thought my simple tale was fully told, My joys and sorrows settled into peace, I thought my thraldom had received release, Since ...
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