Written In A Copy Of “The Revolt Of Islam.” (Henry Alford Poems)
Beloved, to whose wedded hand I trust This treasure of sweet song, it is but meet That thou shouldst know its value; ...
Beloved, to whose wedded hand I trust This treasure of sweet song, it is but meet That thou shouldst know its value; ...
Evil-eyed loiterer, pilgrim of fashion, Sunless and hard is thy frost-bitten heart;Scoffing at nature's affection and passion, Till thou hast made the ...
Who art thou,Who tracketh 'pon the path o' me-O' each turn, aye, and track?Thou! And thou astand!And o'er thy face ...
Next to my office where I edit poems ("Can poems be edited?") there is the Chicago Models club. All day ...
Who art thou,Who tracketh 'pon the path o' meO' each turn, aye, and track?Thou! And thou astand!And o'er thy face ...
Let Others speak your Titles, and your Blood;Accept from Me the glorious Name of Good.This Honour only from fair Virtue ...
(I WAS made of this and this --An angel's prayer, a gipsy's kiss.)My mother bore me prayerfullyAnd reared me sweet ...
Oh, would the fairies to her whisper The truths which they to him impart,Teach her a beautiful hereafter, A Heaven to bless ...
Vain folly of another age,This wandering over earth,To find the peace by some dark sinBanish'd our household hearth.On Lebanon the ...
LOVE'S Herald flew o'er all the fields of Greece,Crying: "Love's altar waits for sacrifice!"And all folk answered, like a wave ...
He fell in victory's fierce pursuit, Holed through and through with shot, A sabre sweep had hacked him deep Twixt neck and shoulderknot.... The ...
LET deep dejection hide her pallid face,And from thy breast each painful image rase;Forbid thy lip to utter one complaint,But ...
Lend to my lips, O Lord, a key,With which to unlock the hearts of men.Make my word become no less ...
John Brown of Ossawatomie spake on his dying day:"I will not have to shrive my soul a priest in Slavery's ...
Like clustering tents upon the embattled mead, See Vitis thick her small pavilions spread. Beneath each silken veil, with studious care Five amorous ...
Oh, well may Essex sit forlornBeside her sea-blown shore;Her well beloved, her noblest born,Is hers in life no more!No lapse ...
Oft in the night, from this lone roomI long to fly o'er land and sea,To pierce the dark, dividing gloom,And ...
True - there are books and books. There's Gray,For instance, and there's Bacon;There's Longfellow, and Monstrelet,And also Colton's " Lacon,"With ...
To be like a fish,Brisk and quick, is my wish;If thou cam'st with thy line.Thou wouldst soon make me thine.To ...
WHO PRESENTED ME WITH A SILVER LOVING CUPON THE TWENTY-NINTH OF AUGUST, M DCCC LXXXIX"WHO gave this cup?" The secret ...
Where were you yesterday? In Gulistan,With roses and the frenzied nightingales?Rather would I believe you shining ranWith peaceful floods, where ...
I thought this Pen would ariseFrom the casket where it lies-- Of itself would arise and writeMy thanks and my surprise.When ...
THEY pass, with heavy eyes and hair,Before the Christ upon the Cross,The Nations, stricken with their loss,And lifting faces of ...
Between the gates of birth and deathAn old and saintly pilgrim passed,With look of one who witnessethThe long-sought goal at ...
What can it profit a man tho' he have the soul of a godSunk in the form of a beast, ...
upon seeing a portrait of BlakeSomething moves in his dust,Flame sleeps beneath the crust;O whence had he those eyesLit with ...
Here, O my Lord, I see Thee face to face;Here would I touch and handle things unseen;Here grasp with firmer ...
O Charity, divinely wise,Thou meek-ey'd Daughter of the skiesFrom the pure fountain of eternal light,Where fair, immutable, and ever bright,The ...
A raven, while with glossy breastHer new-laid eggs she fondly press'd,And, on her wicker-work high mounted,Her chickens prematurely counted(A fault ...
LIFE comes to us only by glimpses;We see it not yet as a whole,For the vapor, the cloud, and the ...
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