The Song Of The Forest (John Freeman Poems)
ITo Thee, Most Holy, Most Obscure, light-hidden,Shedding light in the darkness of the mindAs gold beams wake the air to ...
ITo Thee, Most Holy, Most Obscure, light-hidden,Shedding light in the darkness of the mindAs gold beams wake the air to ...
THE gentle spirit of the twilight nowHas shut his rosy wings, and I have comeOut in the sad, sweet starlight, ...
I. Cecilia, whose exalted hymns With joy and wonder fill the blest, In choirs of warbling seraphims Known and distinguish'd fom the rest; Attend, harmonious ...
Who painted thy wings for a vision, a pageant of summer,Butterfly gay?Who made thee, thou hovering silence for ever at ...
An Ode for MusicWhen Music, heavenly maid, was young,While yet in early Greece she sung,The Passions oft, to hear her ...
Kasinath the new young singer fills the hall with sound:The seven notes dance in his throat like seven tame birds.His ...
Under the separated leaves of shadeOf the gingko, that old treeThat has existed essentially unchangedLonger than any other living tree,I ...
They have brought the news, my darlin', that I've waited for so long.Faith, 'twas little news they brought me; every ...
Ah! linger yet - a God of love is breathingNew life and passion through the frozen earth,As once of old ...
For I will consider my Cat Jeoffry.For he is the servant of the Living God duly and daily serving him.For ...
When smiling Summer's charms are past, The voice of music dies; Then Winter pours his chilling blast From rough inclement skies. The pensive dove ...
I made a journey o'er the sea,I bade my faithful dog good-bye,I knew that he would grieve for me,But did ...
I WAS not drowsy though the scholars droned. Hearing the music that they made of Greek, Whenever Helen's unforgotten face Sent other young ...
'Tis a queer, old battered landmark that belongs to other years;With the dog-leg fence around it, and its hat about ...
SHE leaned her cheek upon her hand,And looked across the glooming land;She saw the wood from farm to farmTouched by ...
DEEP under the spires of a hill, by the feet of the thunder-cloud trod,I pause in a luminous, still, magnificent ...
TELL me, my soul, and in good earnest tell,Why dost thou seem afraid to Christ to go,With him and his ...
So now is come our joyful'st feast, Let every man be jolly. Each room with ivy leaves is drest, And every post with ...
For I will consider my Cat Jeoffry.For he is the servant of the Living God, duly and daily serving him.For ...
There are fields of martial glory Where the slain are ne'er bemoaned; There are victories though silent, Where grim monarchs are dethroned; There are ...
For I will consider my Cat Jeoffry.For he is the servant of the Living God duly and daily serving him.For ...
Earendil was a marinerthat tarried in Arvernien;he built a boat of timber felledin Nimbrethil to journey in;her sails he wove ...
All work is over at the farmAnd men and maids are ripe for glee;Love slips among them sly and warmOr ...
WILDLY round our woodland quartersSad-voiced Autumn grieves;Thickly down these swelling watersFloat his fallen leaves.Through the tall and naked timber,Column-like and ...
NOW glory to the Lord of hosts, from whom all glories are!And glory to our sovereign liege, King Henry of ...
Dolefully sound, ye groves and Dorian waters,Lament, ye rivers, our beloved Bion;Mourn, all ye plants, and whisper low, ye forests;Ye ...
And sharp as sword's clash came the one word, "Wait!"Wait? He had waited years. The soft-eyed spring,Crowned with sweet daisies ...
I.Ye must not die--your cheek is red,Ye have not lost your bloom;We shall be loth when ye are deadTo lay ...
Earendil was a marinerthat tarried in Arvernien;he built a boat of timber felledin Nimbrethil to journey in;her sails he wove ...
Now glory to the Lord of hosts, from whom all glories are!And glory to our sovereign liege, King Henry of ...
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