Summer: Sunday Morning (John Bowring Poems)
Thou art my glory—Thou my song, whose throneIs built upon the highest heavens—and thenceRollest the spheres by Thine omnipotence—Thou art ...
Thou art my glory—Thou my song, whose throneIs built upon the highest heavens—and thenceRollest the spheres by Thine omnipotence—Thou art ...
Six days the heavenly host, in circle vast,Like that untouching cincture which enzonesThe globe of Saturn, compass'd wide this orb,And ...
NOW tranquil beauty is no more,The crowding billows seek the shore;And while against the rock they dash,See! the blue fire ...
Should we our Sorrows in this Method range,Oft as Misfortune doth their Subjects change,And to the sev'ral Losses which befall,Pay ...
The night has thrown its shadows o'er the land,And rest re-visits nature.—Evening's train,With day's extinguish'd torches in their hand,Have pass'd ...
Father of Universal Man, Where'er in this wide world he roam,Not known to thee by kith or clan, Nor height, nor breadth ...
Come forth in thy purple robes again, Thou brightest star of heaven!Another day the Guardian of men Has to his children given.Receive ...
WRITTEN AT THE REQUEST OF A FRIEND.ALCANOR bids me hail the welcome morn,Seven times return'd, since, when in youthful pride,While ...
For the Native Youth of the Colony.FATHER of all! a youthful raceUnknown to fortune and to fame,Presumes to celebrate thy ...
ETERNAL God-for whom who ever dareSeek new expressions, do the circle square,And thrust into straight corners of poor witThee, who ...
Blue and gold, and mist and sunlight,Veils of colour blent and blownIn melodic monotone.Dark and bright, and white and dun ...
Of the bright things in earth and air How little can the heart embrace!Soft shades and gleaming lights are there - I ...
I.There's not a passion that the bosom feelsOf mighty, gentle, or exalted kind,But captive may be led by music's charms--Subdued, ...
1You said 'The world is going back to Paganism'.Oh bright Vision! I saw our dynasty in the bar of the ...
THE maimed and broken warrior lay,By his last foeman brought to bay.No sounds of battlefield were there--The drum's deep bass, ...
Calm is the eve, and nature's wasting strengthIs, by the gentle influence of repose,Repair'd, rekindled;—with the morning's dawn,As if new-born, ...
Some to Aonian lyres of silver soundWith winning elegance attune their song,Form'd to sink lightly on the soothed sense,And charm ...
Almighty One! I bend in dust before Thee, Even so veil'd cherubs bend;—In calm and still devotion I adore Thee, All-wise, all-present ...
'Neath their green and cool cathedrals, In the garden lilies bloom, Casting to the fresh Spring Zephyrs Peal on peal of sweet perfume. Often ...
What charms you have, from what high race you sprung,Have been the pleasing subjects of my song:Unskill'd and young, yet ...
"Lady beauteous, lady pure, Lady happy, lady kind,Love, methinks, has little power, So proud thy bearing, o'er thy mind. Didst thou feel the ...
Creator, Saviour, strengthening Guide,Now on Thy mercy's ocean wideFar out of sight we seem to glide.Help us, each hour, with ...
It stands like Night,The sepulchre of a departed light,Whose glory gone,Each hoary vestige chroniclesOf crumbling stone.The portal now,A broken arch ...
The day returns again, my natal day;What mix'd emotions with the Thought arise!Beloved friend, four years have pass'd awaySince thou ...
Beneath the shade deep in a dell, Where fairy spirits ever dwell,-- Away from haunts of men, A living thing of godlike birth, By ...
There is an orb that mocked the lore of sagesLong time with mystery of strange unrest;The steadfast law that rounds ...
The stars have sunk in yon concave blue,And the sun is peeping thro' the dew;Thy Spirit, Lord! doth nature fill—Before ...
Hat sight of woe thus harrows up my soul!Must those love-darting eyes in anguish roll?Shall ghastly death such charms divine ...
The tiny trembling tendons That twine about the heart, Are chords that yield a music Unknown to vocal art. Though soft the notes are ...
(IV of V)(for jazz orchestra)IVIt was the fourth of April, nineteen hundred and sixty-eight,A spring evening in a grey neighborhood, ...
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