Intimations Of The Beautiful (Madison Julius Cawein Poems)
IThe hills are full of propheciesAnd ancient voices of the dead;Of hidden shapes that no man sees,Pale, visionary presences,That speak ...
IThe hills are full of propheciesAnd ancient voices of the dead;Of hidden shapes that no man sees,Pale, visionary presences,That speak ...
LET ev'ry Christian who desires to know,What to his Saviour happen'd here below,Draw near — whilst I his Incarnation tell,And ...
YE sons of Brute, of Trojan blood,A lively, lovely, loving brood,Attend in haste, and to my strains draw nigh,With an ...
TRANSLATED FROM THE DANISH.King Hafbur & King SiwardThey needs must stir up strife,All about the sweetling SignyWho was so fair ...
A CHRISTMAS STORY.1IT was the time when geese despond,And turkeys make their wills;The time when Christians, to a man,Forgive each ...
You of each sex and age, draw near,And to my sad Complaint give ear,Who vice, unto the last obey'd,But now ...
PILGRIMS who journey in the narrow way,Should go as little cumbered as they may.'Tis heavy sailing with a freighted ship ...
HOW short the date of man! how soon he's gone!To-day, alive — to-morrow, in the tomb!Strong as a giant, now ...
One summer morning, when the sun was hot,Weary with labor in his garden-plot,On a rude bench beneath his cottage eaves,Ser ...
This is a very pleasant sight,—The Moslems thronging to the squareThat lies before their house of prayer!Through narrow streets, that ...
PREFACE.My early mistress, now my ancient Muse,That strong Circaean liquor cease t'infuse,Wherewith thou didst intoxicate my youth,Now stoop with disenchanted ...
I STOOD upon a mountain, lip to lipWith rosy morning, and her breathing cameRefreshingly upon my fever'd brow;I felt my ...
Ye Britons of the South come forth,With all your brethren of the North,And hearken to a pastor's strains,Who'd lead you ...
Where yonder moss-grown ruin lonely stands,Which from the James, the Pilgrim may survey,Stretch alway forth its old, forsaken handsAs if ...
A. I. I am the Lord thy God, supreme in pow'r, For tender mercy and compassion known: Then, on thy life, no ...
ONE righteous word for Law-the common will;One living truth of Faith-God regnant still;One primal test of Freedom-all combined;One sacred Revolution-change ...
Mourn Cambria, thoughtless Cambria, mourn.From all thy sins repentant turn,Lest they God's wrath, and judgements dread,Shou'd draw upon thy guilty ...
THE worldly minded, cast in common mould,With all his might pursuing fame or gold,And towards that goal too vehemently hurledTo ...
Rejoice in God, O ye Tongues; give the glory to the Lord, and the Lamb.Nations, and languages, and every Creature, ...
_Year 13--._ Barbican, bartizan, battlement, With the Abergavenny mountains blent, Look, from the Raglan tower of Gwent, My lord Hugh Clifford's ancient home Shows, clear ...
All day they loitered by the resting ships,Telling their beauties over, taking stock;At night the verdict left my messmate's lips,"The ...
While You, dread Sir, whom partial Heav'n denies,The fruitful Vineyard and Cis--Alpine Skies,O'er frozen Heights and chilling Desarts stray,Far from ...
A Forest-Ranger's Story.JUST nineteen long years, Jack, have passed o'er my shouldersSince close to this spot we lay waiting the ...
Loud raves the blast, and, smell, the sleety showersDrive over hill and dale with hurrying sweep.The leafless boughs all to ...
COME all that are laden with vice, and with sin,Come to your Redeemer, who bids you all in,Come all to ...
IVictors, living, with laureled brow,And you that sleep beneath the sward!Your song was poured from cannon throats:It rang in deep-tongued ...
Oh for that Spirit, whose unearthly power Once deigned to rest on Patmos' desert clime, When the dire secrets of the future ...
The land of Avia, lovely is the scene,Clothed every evening in a silvery sheen;The rippling brook and birds make music ...
Mother.Well, Frances.Frances.Well, good mother, how are you?M. I'm hearty, lass, but warm; the weather's warm:I think 'tis mostly warm on ...
Ah! weary Priest! — with pale hands pressedOn thy throbbing brow of pain,Baffled in thy life-long quest,Overworn with toiling vain,How ...
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