Summer: Tuesday Morning (John Bowring Poems)
How wisely is the stream of life controll'dIn its mild course—exhausted, and renew'd;When toiling day its hurried tide has roll'd,Comes ...
How wisely is the stream of life controll'dIn its mild course—exhausted, and renew'd;When toiling day its hurried tide has roll'd,Comes ...
There's music wheresoe'er we roam —'T is heard in ocean's crested foam,And in the billows' deafening roar,Which madly burst upon ...
A gold fringe on the purpling hemOf hills the river runs,As down its long, green valley fallsThe last of summer's ...
It came to me in my sleep, And I rose from my sleep and went Out in the night to weep, Over the ...
I. When I fare forth to kiss the eyes of Spring, On ways, which arch gold sunbeams and pearl buds Embraced, two whispers ...
Sometimes in Fraunce it did so chaunce, One that did seruice lacke:A country clowne went vp and downe, With fardell on his ...
There's a flag hangs over my threshold, whose folds are more dear to meThan the blood that thrills in my ...
The night is hung above us, love, With heavy stars that love us, love, With clouds that curl in purple and pearl, And ...
I doe not grieue when some vnwholsome aire Mildewes rich fields, nor when the clusters faireOf Claret, rot through too abundant ...
ON VISTING HER HOUSE AFTER HER DEATH.SHE is not here! Alas, she is not here!Yet all still breathes and speaks ...
Amid the forest verdant shade, A peaceful river flowed:Wild flowers their home on its banks had made,The sunbeam's rays on its ...
Once on a time, old Legends say,'Twas on a sultry Summer's day,A Grecian God forsook the Skies,To taste of Earth's ...
How has New England's romance fled,Even as a vision of the morning!Its rites foredone, its guardians dead,Its priestesses, bereft of ...
Who says I wrong thee, my half-opened rose?Little he knows of thee or me, or love.--I am so tender of ...
I love old earth! Why should I lift my wings, My misty wings, so high above her breast That flowers would shake ...
Sweet minstrel of the summer dawn,Bard of the sky, o'er lea and lawnThy rapturous anthem, clear and loud,Rings from the ...
I'm twenty-two--I'm twenty-two-- They gaily give me joy, As if I should be glad to hear That I was less a boy. They do ...
Translation Iby Dr. Josephine Barry DavisAh! How beautiful is Kabul encircled by her arid mountainsAnd Rose, of the trails of ...
Love has its secrets, joy has its revealings.How shall I speak of that which love has hid?If my beloved shall ...
I am the Judge, the flower of the law,Bolstered in, privileged, all men's awe;When I am pleased to display my ...
Though flowers have perished at the touchOf Frost, the early comer,I hail the season loved so much,The good St. Martin's ...
Alone I strode where the broad Rhine flowed, The hedge with roses was covered, And wondrous rare through all the air The scent ...
Job xiv.Few are thy days and full of woe,O man of woman born!Thy doom is written, "Dust thou art,And shalt ...
The heart of childhood is all mirth: We frolic to and froAs free and blithe, as if on earth Were no such ...
What went ye out to see O'er the rude sandy lea,Where stately Jordan flows by many a palm, Or where Gennesaret's wave Delights ...
The good man dies—it grieves us:Why should the good man die?He dies—but, dying, leaves usA lasting legacy.And this becomes our ...
And Jesus said unto him, Receive thy sight, thy faith hath saved thee.HE sate by the way side, an aged ...
CHILD of Light, the bright, the bird-like! wilt thou float and float to me,Facing winds and sleets and waters, flying ...
I. "Whom God hath joined"--ah, this sententious phrase A meaning deeper than the sea conveys, And of a sweet and solemn service tells With ...
O MY lost beauty!--hast thou folded quiteThy wings of morning lightBeyond those iron gatesWhere Life crowds hurrying to the haggard ...
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