The Children’s Dance (John Wilson Poems)
How calm and beautiful the frosty nightHas stolen unnoticed like the hush of sleepO'er Grassmere-vale! Beneath the mellowing lightHow sinks ...
How calm and beautiful the frosty nightHas stolen unnoticed like the hush of sleepO'er Grassmere-vale! Beneath the mellowing lightHow sinks ...
With tearless eyes and undisturb(John Wilson)
Methought beneath a Castle huge I stood,That seemed to grow out of a rock sublime,Through the dominion of its solitudeAugustly ...
Castle-Oban is lost in the darkness of night,For the moon is swept from the starless heaven,And the latest line of ...
Magnificent Creature! so stately and bright!In the pride of thy spirit pursuing thy flight;For what hath the child of the ...
It is upon the Sabbath-day, at rising of the sun,That to Glenmore's black forest-side a Shepherdess hath gone,From eagle and ...
Stranger! this lonely glen in ancient timesWas named the glen of blood; nor Christian feetBy night or day, from these ...
It was not when the sun through the glittering sky,In summer's joyful majesty,Looked from his cloudless height;-It was not when ...
The courtly hall is gleaming brightWith fashion's graceful throng--All hearts are chained in still delight,For like the heaven-borne voice of ...
How mournfully this burial-groundSleeps 'mid old Ocean's solemn sound,Who rolls his bright and sunny wavesAll round these deaf and silent ...
How sweet and solemn at the close of day,After a long and lonely pilgrimageAmong the mountains, where our spirits heldWith ...
Thou lonely spring of waters undefiled!Silently slumbering in thy mossy cell,Yea, moveless as the hillock's verdant sideFrom which thou hadst ...
'MID the august and never-dying lightOf constellated spirits, who have gain'dA throne in heaven, by power of heavenly acts,And leave ...
Ere Margaret was three months old,Her father laid her in the mould!Poor Babe! her fleeting visit hereWas marked by many ...
Far in the heart of Island-solitudeOur tent was pitched, beneath a grove of oaks.A scene more solemn never hermit choseFor ...
Gentle as dew, a summer showerIn beauty bathed tree, herb, and flower,And told the stream to murmur onWith quicker dance ...
Methought that in a Burial-groundOne still, sad vernal day,Upon a little daisied moundI in a slumber lay;While faintly through my ...
Though oft in Britain's Isle the breathing bustTo fame consign the patriot-hero's dust,And conquerors waked to mimic life againIn imaged ...
Scene: A Wood, near Keswick, belonging to Greenwich Hospital.Beneath the shadow of an ancient oak,Dreaming I lay, far 'mid a ...
How sweet and solemn, all alone,With reverend steps, from stone to stoneIn a small village churchyard lying,O'er intervening flowers to ...
O vale of visionary rest!-Hushed as the grave it liesWith heaving banks of tenderest greenYet brightly, happily serene,As cloud-vale of ...
With laughter swimming in thine eye,That told youth's heartfelt revelry;And motion changeful as the wingOf swallow wakened by the spring;With ...
Sylph-like, and with a graceful pride,I saw the wild Louisa glideAlong the dance's glittering row,With footsteps soft as falling snow.On ...
To whom belongs this valley fair,That sleeps beneath the filmy air,Even like a living thing?Silent,-as infant at the breast,-Save a ...
Beside her Babe, who sweetly slept,A widowed mother sat and weptO'er years of love gone by;And as the sobs thick-gathering ...
Ah me! in dreams of struggling dread,Let foolish tears no more be shed,Tears wept on bended knee,Though years of absence ...
O gentle Sleep, wilt thou lay thy headFor one little hour on thy lover's bed,And none but the silent stars ...
Go up among the mountains, when the stormOf midnight howls, but go in that wild mood,When the soul loves tumultuous ...
Is this the lake, the cradle of the storms,Where silence never tames the mountain-roar,Where poets fear their self-created forms,Or, sunk ...
There is a lake hid far among the hills,That raves around the throne of solitude,Not fed by gentle streams, or ...
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