The Taj Of Agra (Joseph Horatio Chant Poems)
The Shah Jehan sat with his much-loved wife, The Empress Mahal, one hot summer day,In a cool arbor far from courtly ...
The Shah Jehan sat with his much-loved wife, The Empress Mahal, one hot summer day,In a cool arbor far from courtly ...
Dear Canada, our native land, Our love for thee grows day by day;Our fathers left the olden strand, O'er sea and rapids ...
Father of Universal Man, Where'er in this wide world he roam,Not known to thee by kith or clan, Nor height, nor breadth ...
Some men there are who stand so straight,So equipoised, that others' fateSeems to depend on their behest;And useless all our ...
True laureate of the Anglo-Saxon race, Whose words have won the hearts of young and old;So free from cant, and yet ...
My old sweetheart is away to-day; I feel as I did of old,In my courting days, when far away I yearned for ...
O Thou, who art the source of joy and light, The great Revealer of the will Divine;Thyself Divine, all nature owns ...
Buttercups and daisies growing everywhere,In the field of clover, on the hillside fair,And in lovely valley, tilled with greatest care.Naught ...
O harass not a driven leaf, Nor stubble dry in wrath pursue;A life so brief load not with grief, Nor with thine ...
A painter, high in worldy fame, Was sought to reproduce by artA likeness of the man whose name Sent darts of anguish ...
Thy plan is best, though it may not agree With my conceptions of my needs and rights, And faith may fail to ...
The battleship its anchor weighs, And belches forth its thunder;Its commodore all classes praise, And at his victories wonder;And well they may--for ...
The winter through I lay asleep, Unconscious and unseen;The howling winds disturbed me not, Nor felt the frost tho' keen.Thick blankets covered ...
The leaf is faded, and decayed the flower,The birds have ceased to sing in wayside bower,The babbling brook is silenced ...
My pansy pets are sleeping well Beneath their quilt of snow;How they can breathe I cannot tell, Nor how their rootlets grow;But ...
Man is like God in miniature, When he is at his best;His motives and impulses pure, His heart and will at rest;No ...
My lot on earth is not all mirth, Nor is it constant gloom;Some joys decay and fall away, But leave much lasting ...
My greatest grief is not my own; That often proves a blessing,For in my grief God's care is shown,And as I ...
The night of affliction, with its long hours of sadness, Will soon pass away to be remembered no more;And the weeping ...
I fear not, my Father, the tempest's loud roar,Nor dread the huge breakers on the rock-girded shore;Thy presence is with ...
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