Summer: Monday Morning (John Bowring Poems)
O sweet it is to know, to feel,In all our gloom, our wand'rings here—No night of sorrow can concealMan from ...
O sweet it is to know, to feel,In all our gloom, our wand'rings here—No night of sorrow can concealMan from ...
(Written in her fifteenth yoar.)Methought, (unwitting how the place I gained,)I rested on a fleecy, floating cloudFar o'er the earth, ...
Away from the city, away from the crowd, Two comrades in sorrow traversed hill and dale; The gloom of their hearts did ...
The love and the hate of the sea, The kiss and the curse of the wind For years have been murmured and ...
(Reprinted from "The Political Nursery," midsummer number, 1898)AT midnight Death dismissed the chancellor,But left the soul of Bismarck on his ...
"Oh that my head were waters," and mine eyes A tearful fountain, ever running over,A heart that bleeds, and struggles, moans, ...
"MAN wants but little here below,Nor wants that little long."'Tis not with me exactly so;But 'tis so in the song.My ...
This is now--this was erst,Proposition the first--and Problem the first.I.On a given finite LineWhich must no way incline;To describe an ...
JANUARY 18, 1856WHEN life hath run its largest roundOf toil and triumph, joy and woe,How brief a storied page is ...
"O Lady fair, these silks of mine are beautiful and rare,—The richest web of the Indian loom, which beauty's queen might wear;And ...
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 ...
I love to spend the twilight hour When stars their radiance o'er me cast, With that benign mysterious power Which calls up mem'ries ...
I mourn, albeit I mourn in vain, To miss that being from my sideWho bound in Love's resistless chain My selfishness and ...
Thou, whose high praise in heaven and earth is sung,Each heart pervading, tuning every tongue;Thou, whom my soul devoutly would ...
O blessed well of love! O flower of grace!O glorious morning star! O lamp of light!Most lively image of thy ...
Schelynlaw Toweris fair on the braeIts muirs are green and wide,And Schelynlaw's ewes are the brawest ewesIn a' the countryside.The ...
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 ...
O academic muse that hast for longCharmed all the world with thy disciples' song,As myrtle bushes must give place to ...
1.MY dearest Father! words can feebly paint,What my heart feels on this most happy day,Beneath the task poetic numbers faint,And ...
Come, Disappointment, come!Not in thy terrors clad:Come, in thy meekest, saddest guise;Thy chastening rod but terrifiesThe restless and the bad.But ...
The earth builds on the earth Castles and towers; The earth saith of the earth: All shall be ours. Yea, though they plan and reap The rye and the corn, Lo, they were bond to Sleep Ere they were born. Yea, though the blind earth sows For the fruit and the sheaf, They shall harvest the leaf of the rose And the dust of the leaf. Pride of the sword and power Are theirs at their need Who shall rule but the root of the flower The fall of the seed. They who follow the flesh In splendour and tears, They shall rest and clothe them afresh In the fulness of years. From the dream of the dust they came As the dawn set free. They shall pass as the flower of the flame Or the foam of the sea. The earth builds on the earth Castles and towers. The earth saith of the earth: All shall be ours. (Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall)
With pensive eyes the little room I view, Where in my youth I weathered it so long, With a wild mistress, a ...
See you upon the lonely moor,A crazy building rise?No hand dares venture to open the door -No footstep treads its ...
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 ...
Harness me down with your iron bands,Be sure of your curb and rein,For I scorn the strength of your puny ...
The day returns again, my natal day;What mix'd emotions with the Thought arise!Beloved friend, four years have pass'd awaySince thou ...
They are coming, coming slowly -They are coming, surely, surely -In each avenue you hear the steady tread.From the depths ...
WHILE others, lost in pleasure's guilty round, Blast the glad season of their fleeting youth,Let me in solitary joys abound, Fond of ...
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