The Lute Player of Casa Blanca (Laurence Hope Poems)
No others sing as you have sung Oh, Well Beloved of me!So glad you are, so lithe and young, As joyous as ...
No others sing as you have sung Oh, Well Beloved of me!So glad you are, so lithe and young, As joyous as ...
(Lord) Hee, who goes about to find Thy pow'r, and bounds would to it sett, As soone may manacle the winde, Or aire ...
O Norah, lay your basket down,And rest your weary hand,And come and hear me sing a songOf our old Ireland.There ...
On these green banks, where falls too soonThe shade of Autumn's afternoon,The south wind blowing soft and sweet,The water gliding ...
Who shall commemorate all Thy chosen namesThou who art Sire at once and Son of man?Servant, friend, brother, bridegroom, husband, ...
O dwellers in the stately towns,What come ye out to see?This common earth, this common sky,This water flowing free?As gayly ...
Reader, I am a fool;And have adventuredTo play the fool this once for Christ,The more his fame to spread.If this ...
THE morning brightness showereth down from heaven;The morning freshness goeth up from earth;The morning gladness shineth everywhere!Soon as the sun, ...
IIf thou canst bearStrong meat of simple truthIf thou durst my words compareWith what thou thinkest in my soul's free ...
"ALL ready?" cried the captain;"Ay, ay!" the seamen said;"Heave up the worthless lubbers, -The dying and the dead."Up from the ...
In the fair land o'erwatched by Ischia's mountains,Across the charmed bayWhose blue waves keep with Capri's silver fountainsPerpetual holiday,A king ...
THE winding way the serpent takesThe mystic water took,From where, to count its beaded lakes,The forest sped its brook.A narrow ...
ITEMPESTWrapped round of the night, as a monster is wrapped of the ocean,Down, down through vast storeys of darkness, behold, ...
'MID the august and never-dying lightOf constellated spirits, who have gain'dA throne in heaven, by power of heavenly acts,And leave ...
There's nought in nature that can purge a soul,But the Lamb's blood, which for our sins was slain;It cleanses ev'ry ...
THE Rabbi Nathan two-score years and tenWalked blameless through the evil world, and then,Just as the almond blossomed in his ...
Kwannon, the Japanese goddess of mercy, is represented with many hands, typifying generosity and kindness. In one of these hands she is supposedto hold an axe, wherewith she severs the threads of human lives. I am the ancient one, the many-handed, The merciful am I. Here where the black pine bends above the sea They bring their gifts to me — Spoil of the foreshore where the corals lie, Fishes of ivory, and amber stranded, And carven beads Green as the fretted fringes of the weeds. Age after age, I watch the long sails pass. Age after age, I see them come once more Home, as the grey-winged pigeon to the grass, The white crane to the shore. Goddess am I of heaven and this small town Above the beaches brown. And here the children bring me cakes, and flowers, And all the strange sea-creatures that they find, For "She," they say, "the Merciful, is ours, And she," they say, "is kind." Camphor and wave-worn sandalwood for burning They bring to me alone, Shells that are veined like irises, and those Curved like the clear bright petals of a rose. Wherefore an hundredfold again returning I render them their own — Full-freighted nets that flash among the foam, Laughter and love, and gentle eyes at home, Cool of the night, and the soft air that swells My silver temple bells. Winds of the spring, the little flowers that shine Where the young barley slopes to meet the pine, Gold of the charlock, guerdon of the rain, I give to them again. Yet though the fishing boats return full-laden Out of the broad blue east, Under the brown roofs pain is their handmaiden, And mourning is their feast. Yea, though my many hands are raised to bless, I am not strong to give them happiness. Sorrow comes swiftly as the swallow flying, O, little lives, that are so quickly done! Peace is my raiment, mercy is my breath, I am the gentle one. When they are tired of sorrow and of sighing I give them death. (Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall)
Go! leave me, Priest; my soul would be Alone with the consoler, Death;Far sadder eyes than thine will see This crumbling clay ...
WHEN hollow bursts the rushing winds,And heavy beats the show'r,This anxious, aching bosom findsNo comfort in its power.For ah, my ...
One day there fell in great Benares' temple-courtA wondrous plate of gold, whereon these words were writ;"To him who loveth ...
Will God indeed with fragments bear, Snatched late from the decaying year? Or can the Saviour's blood endear The dregs of a polluted ...
When fell Oppression o'er the earthHer iron sceptre waved with fearful sway,To thee, dread power of War, the fiend gave ...
YE gentle days that once were mine, In every charm of life array'd,No more awaken my regret, No more my settled peace ...
Died at Hartford, August 4th, 1861; and his wife, Mrs. ELIZA STORRSTRUMBULL, the night after his funeral.Death's shafts fly thick, ...
Those women who their Christ and Lord Aided by gentle ministry, Have gained their race a rich reward, Treasured in sacred history. Joanna is ...
Lonely was the blossomingOf the sad unwelcomed Spring;And Man, the slave of passions blind and brute,A wanderer in a world ...
Gaul whose keel in far, dim ages ploughed wan widths of polar sea-Gray old sailor of Massilia, who hath woven ...
Oh, think not that the polished breast, Only, can feel the fire of love,Pure as the flames that brightly rest In bosoms ...
XIBut when the angry king discovered notWhat guilty hand this sacrilege had wrought,His ireful courage boiled in vengeance hotAgainst the ...
LYCIDAS, MOERISLycidas.Say whither, Moeris?- Make you for the town,Or on what errand bent?Moeris. O Lycidas,We have lived to see, what ...
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