The 30th Psalm, A Thanksgiving For Deliverance Out Of Trouble (Rees Prichard Poems)
From dust and dirt, where low I lay,From crowds, from mire, from clogging clay,Thou didst, O Lord, thy servant raise;Thy ...
From dust and dirt, where low I lay,From crowds, from mire, from clogging clay,Thou didst, O Lord, thy servant raise;Thy ...
The wind it blew cold, and the ice was thick, Deeper and deeper the snowdrifts grew;A young mother lay in her ...
The bright-haired morn is glowing O'er emerald meadows gay,With many a clear gem strewing The early shepherd's way.Ye gentle elves, by Fancy ...
The stars have sunk in yon concave blue,And the sun is peeping thro' the dew;Thy Spirit, Lord! doth nature fill—Before ...
1 - Wind Of The MornEre the ghostly grey of morning,Can be seen among the dells,All the cattle on the ...
MY boy, do you know the boy I love?I fancy I see him now;His forehead bare in the sweet spring ...
Midway upon the lawn it stands, So picturesque and pretty; Upreared by patient artist hands, Admired of all the city; The very arbor of ...
Winter was weary. All his snows were failing--Still from his stiff grey head he shook the rimeUpon the grasses, bushes ...
FROM THE PURGATORIO OF DANTE, CANTO 28, LINES 1-51.And earnest to explore within--around--The divine wood, whose thick green living woofTempered ...
THE sun is on the crowded street,It kindles those old towers;Where England's noblest memories meet,Of old historic hours.Vast, shadowy, dark, ...
The sun comes forward in his purple robeFrom the dark chambers of the tranquil night!The smiles of morning gild the ...
OUR way stir is onward; the world is yet youngWith a beauty that never was dreamed of, or sung:Her wonders ...
WHO bleeds in the desert, faint, naked, and torn,Left lonely to wait for the coming of morn?The last sigh from ...
Oh, Lizzie, when I read your card, Which you had printed in the paper,Wherein you said your case was hard, My fancy ...
Hast thou from the caves of Golconda, a gem Pure as the ice-drop that froze on the mountain?Bright as the humming-bird's ...
O subtle, musky, slumbrous clime!O swart, hot land of pine and palm,Of fig, peach, guava, orange, lime,And terebinth and tropic ...
With the freshness and placid sensations of morning, As yet all unconscious of hope or of plan, (Sweet gleams through thin hazes ...
O, NO, I never will grow old;Though years on years roll by,And silver o'er my dark brown hair,And dim my ...
CHORUS OF SPIRITS:FIRST SPIRIT:Palace-roof of cloudless nights!Paradise of golden lights!Deep, immeasurable, vast,Which art now, and which wert thenOf the Present ...
I know not whence; but on the morning airA ghastly whisper pales my waking cheek;A shudder in its warning seems ...
Like a priestess from her temple's shade,In her holiest robes of light array'd,The morn walks forth;—day's glorious starTowers o'er the ...
I FOLLOWED up a little burn,Led onward by the smell of fern;And standing at the opening dayWhere yellow blossoms line ...
We trucked the cows to Homebush, saw the girls, and started back,Went West through Cunnamulla, and got to the Eulo ...
I. In girandoles of gladioles The day had kindled flame; And Heaven a door of gold and pearl Unclosed when Morning,--like a girl, A red ...
AH yes! the hours, in verdure dress'd,Dance lightly on the plain;And, peeping from its mossy nest,Glad April sees his fragrant ...
"GOD bless the man who first invented sleep!" So Sancho Panza said, and so say I:And bless him, also, that he ...
Buttercups and daisies,-- Bright children of the lawn-- To the fields are nodding In the winds of June. Such beauty of the meadows Gives a ...
As the bright flowers start from their wintry tomb, I've sprung from the depths of futurity's gloom; With the glory of Hope ...
Where the violet shadows brood Under cottonwoods and beeches, Through whose leaves the restless reaches Of the river glance, I've stood, While the red-bird ...
Here ends at last the Inland Sea!Still seems its outlet, as of yore,The anteroom of Mystery,As, through its westward-facing door,I ...
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