My Garden (Robert William Service Poems)
The world is sadly sick, they say, And plagued by woe and pain. But look! How looms my garden gay, ...
The world is sadly sick, they say, And plagued by woe and pain. But look! How looms my garden gay, ...
Like prim Professor of a College I primed my shelves with books of knowledge; And now I stand before them ...
The fountains mingle with the river And the rivers with the ocean, The winds of Heaven mix for ever With ...
The keen stars were twinkling, And the fair moon was rising among them, Dear Jane. The guitar was tinkling, But ...
The sun is warm, the sky is clear, The waves are dancing fast and bright, Blue isles and snowy mountains ...
Before those cruel twins whom at one birth Incestuous Change bore to her father Time, Error and Truth, had hunted ...
ROSALIND, HELEN, and her Child. SCENE. The Shore of the Lake of Como. HELEN Come hither, my sweet Rosalind. 'T ...
The poem of the mind in the act of finding What will suffice. It has not always had To find: ...
I Just as my fingers on these keys Make music, so the self-same sounds On my spirit make a music, ...
AS in their flight the birds of song Halt here and there in sweet and sunny dales, But halt not ...
I found him in the guard-room at the Base. From the blind darkness I had heard his crying And blundered ...
'Tis better to be vile than vile esteemed When not to be receives reproach of being, And the just pleasure ...
O TIME, forgive the mournful song That on thy pinions stole along, When the rude hand of pain severe Chas'd ...
TWILIGHT, a blossom grey in shadowy valleys dwells: Under the radiant dark the deep blue-tinted bells In quietness reïmage heaven ...
I AM the tender voice calling "Away," Whispering between the beatings of the heart, And inaccessible in dewy eyes I ...
Two evils, monstrous either one apart, Possessed me, and were long and loath at going: A cry of Absence, Absence, ...
I am not a native of this palce.(Yosimasu G.) nor yet a stranger. With the rst of you I hunt ...
FROM off a hill whose concave womb reworded A plaintful story from a sistering vale, My spirits to attend this ...
I saw the sun step like a gentleman Dressed in black and proud as sin. I saw the sun walk ...
Music: breathing of statues. Perhaps: silence of paintings. You language where all language ends. You time standing vertically on the ...
[As a Tribute of Esteem and Admiration this Poem is inscribed to ROBERT MERRY, Esq. A. M. Member of the ...
In the years when we were all children, this inclining to be alone so much was gentle; others' time passed ...
CLOSE in a woodbine's tangled shade, The BLOOMING GOD asleep was laid; ...
Exposed on the cliffs of the heart. Look, how tiny down there, look: the last village of words and, higher, ...
By the side of the brook, where the willow is waving Why sits the wan Youth, in his wedding-suit gay! ...
O trees of life, oh, what when winter comes? We are not of one mind. Are not like birds in ...
DEAR SHADE OF HIM, who grac'd the mimick scene, And charm'd attention with resistless pow'r; Whose wond'rous art, whose fascinating ...
Windows pampered like princes always see what on occasion deigns to trouble us: the city that, time and again, where ...
I. Where freezing wastes of dazzl'ing Snow O'er LEMAN'S Lake rose, tow'ring; The BARON GOLFRE'S Castle strong Was seen, the ...
That some day, emerging at last from the terrifying vision I may burst into jubilant praise to assenting angels! That ...
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