Lilith (Henry Kendall Poems)
Strange is the song, and the soul that is singing Falters because of the vision it sees;Voice that is not of ...
Strange is the song, and the soul that is singing Falters because of the vision it sees;Voice that is not of ...
Oh! judge not too hastily man and his mind, Nor deem ye can read him at once and for aye,There is ...
We got up a Christmas-doin's Last Christmas Eve-- Kindo' dimonstration 'At I railly believe Give more satisfaction-- Take it up and down-- Than ary intertainment Ever come ...
A silent force marks out the course Of every man and woman, No matter what may be the lot Of creatures that are ...
(A Funeral Sermon)Weep not, weep not,She is not dead;She's resting in the bosom of Jesus.Heart-broken husband--weep no more;Grief-stricken son--weep no ...
Fragments 91, 92, 99, 106, 104, 103, 100, 105, 101, 102, 96, 109, 93, 94, 97, 95, and 133 combined.Raise ...
Discrowned and desolate,And wandering with dim eyes and faded hair,Singing sad songs to comfort her despair, Grey Autumn meets her fate. Forsaken ...
Wise education, vital breathInspires an enchanting virtue;She puts the Country in the lofty seatOf endless glory, of dazzling glow,And just ...
Had I been young I could have claimed to fold thee For many days against my eager breast;But, as things are, ...
Shake, shake the earth with giant tread, Thou red-maned Titian bold;For every step a man lies dead, A cottage hearth is cold.Take ...
Where shall be found the niche unfill'd,—A spot unclaim'd, a field untill'd?Who may secure a vacant spaceFairly to run and ...
Just a shell, to which the seaweed glittering yet with greenness clings,Like the song that once I loved so, softly ...
OR, THE ORIGIN OF THE INDIAN-CORN.Cherry bloom and green buds bursting Fleck the azure skies;In the spring wood, hungering, thirsting, Faint an ...
'Twas a bleak dull moor that stretched beforeThe low stone porch of the cottage door,And standing there was youth and ...
A gold fringe on the purpling hemOf hills the river runs,As down its long, green valley fallsThe last of summer's ...
1 When the last faint red of the day is dead,2 And the dim, far heaven is lit3 With the ...
There's a flag hangs over my threshold, whose folds are more dear to meThan the blood that thrills in my ...
O Donall og, if you go across the sea, bring myself with you and donot forget it; and you will have ...
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 ...
I shall not soon forget that sightThe glow of Autumn's westering day,A hazy warmth, a dreamy light,On Raphael's picture lay.It ...
I. What deity for dozing laziness Devised the lounging coziness of this Enchanted nook?--and how!--did I distress His musing ease that fled but now, ...
On the classic shore of Como,'Neath a headland steep and bold,Which, though leaden at the dawning,In the sunset turns to ...
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 ...
Queen of all harmonious things,Dancing words, and speaking strings.Cowley.SPIRIT, or Power, or Spell, or whatsoe'erOf name beseems thee best, Ethereal ...
When yellow-lock'd and crystal ey'd I dream'd green woods among;Where tall trees wav'd from side to side,And in their green breasts ...
DUCHOMMAR, MORNA.DUCHOMMAR.Morna, thou fairest of women,daughter of Cormac-Carbre!why in the circle of stones, in the caveof the rock, alone? The ...
FOR THELOSS OF HER SISTER BY MARRIAGE.WHAT tongue can half my woes express?What force of eloquence can tell?The causes of ...
By the side of a rock on the hill, beneaththe aged trees, old Osciansat on the moss; the last of ...
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