The Book Of Creation (John Newton Poems)
The book of nature open lies,With much instruction stored;But till the Lord anoints our eyesWe cannot read a word.Philosophers have ...
The book of nature open lies,With much instruction stored;But till the Lord anoints our eyesWe cannot read a word.Philosophers have ...
Passing events,--tell, what are they I pray?Are they some novelty?--Nay, nay, nay!Ever since the world its course began,Since the breath ...
Der's no use bein' scared o' cungers,An' lettin' black cats turn you back,You jus' go on about your business,And let ...
I shall lend mine ear, Lord, listening.No confusion of the day shall appall me,Neither the awesome expanse of night.I shall ...
Wandering through love's strange bazaar,Held by the seaside, not far,A sad pearl fair as a starBy great luck fell to ...
In form and feature, face and limb,I grew so like my brother,That folks got taking me for him,And each for ...
These be the little verses, rough and uncultured, which I've written in hut and model, deep in the dirty ditch, ...
With paws stuck upward, lies Berlin.That silly idiot - the moonBridled with cables, broken in,Smiles, goon!The close-cropped trees along the ...
Go perjur'd Youth and court what Nymph you please,Your Passion now is but a dull disease;With worn-out Sighs deceive some ...
I'm like all lovers, wanting love to beA very mighty thing for you and me.In certain moods your love should ...
What village but has sometimes seenThe clumsy shape, the frightful mien,Tremendous claws, and shagged hairOf that grim brute yclept a ...
Our Trojan world is polarised to mourn;To dream and find a black spot on the sun,And wake to love and ...
Once I was unconfined and free,Would I had been so still!Enjoying sweetest liberty,And roving at my will.But now, not master ...
I ONCE was fond of fools,And bid them come each day;Then each one brought his toolsThe carpenter to play;The roof ...
Saw'st thou ever Siquis patcht on Pauls Church door To seek some vacant vicarage before? Who wants a churchman that can service ...
My neighbor lives on the hill, And I in the valley dwell, My neighbor must look down on me, Must I look up?--ah, ...
'Tain't no usen being skar'd of congers,E'n lettin black cats turn ur back;Jest go'n er bout yuh bisnes,An let the ...
AFTER all, you are my rather tedious hero;It is impossible (damn it!) to avoidLooking at you through keyholes.But come! At ...
Is there a whim-inspired fool,Owre fast for thought, owre hot for rule,Owre blate to seek, owre proud to snool,Let him ...
1.O come Georgiana! the rose is full blown,The riches of Flora are lavishly strown,The air is all softness, and crystal ...
The world is dying, its heart is cold, And well-nigh frozen dead,--A sorrowful thing it is to grow old, With all the ...
O RICH young lord, thou ridest byWith looks of high disdain;It chafes me not thy title high,Thy blood of oldest ...
He was so foolish, the poor lad, He made superior people smileWho knew not of the wings he had Budding and growing ...
My barns are full, my stores increase,And now, for many years,Soul, eat and drink, and take thine ease,Secure from wants ...
Must the morning always return? Will the despotism of the earthly never cease? Unholy activity consumes the angel-visit of the ...
He lay in the darkness and waited.And longed for the light,And wondered which Heaven had fated,Should carry his fight.So he ...
What shall I teach in the vivid afternoonWith the sun warming the blackboard and a slipOf cloud catching my eye?Only ...
Behold the cup. 'Tis a bitter quaff.Behold the grey monk-robe of the day.Behold men who let their eyes see naughtBut ...
DIXON, a Choctaw, twenty years of age,Had killed a miner in a Leadville brawl;Tried and condemned, the rough-beards curb their ...
NEVER more, when the day is o'er,Will the lonely vespers sound;No bells are ringing-no monks are singing,When the moonlight falls ...
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