Nature, For Nature’s Sake (Jean Ingelow Poems)
White as white butterflies that each one dons Her face their wide white wings to shade withal,Many moon-daisies throng the water-spring. While ...
White as white butterflies that each one dons Her face their wide white wings to shade withal,Many moon-daisies throng the water-spring. While ...
To Xenophon of Corinth, on his Victory in the Stadic Course, and Pentathlon, at Olympia. ARGUMENT. The Poet begins his ...
'It is the voice of years that are gone!they roll before me with all their deeds.'~OSSIANNewstead! fast-falling, once-resplendent dome! Religion's shrine! ...
'Tis Autumn,--and Nature the forest has hung With arras more gorgeous than ever was flung From Gobelin looms,--all so varied, so rare, As ...
I climbed a hill as light fell short,And rooks came home in scramble sort,And filled the trees and flapped and ...
From that lone lake the sweetest of the chainThat links the mountain to the mighty main,Fresh from the rock and ...
LONG time ago, from Amsterdam a vessel sailed away,-As fair a ship as ever flung aside the laughing spray.Upon the ...
It may be through some foreign grace,And unfamiliar charm of face;It may be that across the foamWhich bore her from ...
Seeking wine, the drinker leaves home for the tavern.Perplexed, he asks, "Which path will take me there?"People show him different ...
I climbed a hill as light fell short,And rooks came home in scramble sort,And filled the trees and flapped and ...
FROM the green Amesbury hill which bears the nameOf that half mythic ancestor of mineWho trod its slopes two hundred ...
Dark Isle of Mourning—aptly art thou named, For thou hast been the cause of many a tear; For deeds of treacherous strife ...
The roadside forests here and there were touched with tawny gold;The days were shortening, and at dusk the sea looked ...
WHEN the merry spring-tide Floods all the land;Nature hath a Mother's heart, Gives with open hand;Flowers running up the lane Tell us May ...
SING, mountain-wind, thy strong, superior song-Thy haughty alpine anthem, over tractsWhose passes and whose swift, rock-straitened streamsCatch mighty life and ...
Ay, Oliver! I was but seven, and he was eleven;He looked at me pouting and rosy. I blushed where I ...
MINNESOTA---When Mollie and I were married from the dear old cottage-home, In the vale between the hills of fir and pine,I ...
A LEGEND OF OLD FRANCE.Never did rosy morning Sweep o'er the skirts of night,Calm nature's face adorning, With more intense delight;Never did ...
NYC BluesBig time time hard on on me bluesNew York City hard sunday morning bluesyeahJunkie waking upbones ache trying to ...
SWEET were the faiths our wishes bred; cruel is faithless fate;All things show good or evil as we love them ...
ODE FOR THE HUNDREDTH ANNIVERSARY OF LAWRENCEVILLE SCHOOLJune 11, 1910IThe British bard who looked on Eton's walls,Endeared by distance in ...
When fierce and fast-thronging calamities rush Resistless as destiny o'er us, and crush The life from the quivering heart till we feel Like ...
The prayer of Noah. The man went forth by nightAnd listened; and the earth was dark and still,And he was ...
I.My God, break not the breakers of the sea,Nor command to the deep, 'Become dry'.Until I thank Your mercies, and ...
THOU pleasant noble Bard of fame far spread,Now art thou gathered to the mighty dead,And the dark coffin and the ...
I-The Song Of YouthThis is the song of youth,This is the cause of myself;I knew my father well and he ...
YES ,--whilst my sight is yet allow'd to restOn those dear features, (which it calms my breastTo look upon, and, ...
Up and down the village streetsStrange are the forms my fancy meets,For the thoughts and things of to-day are hid,And ...
I.FAR from his close and noisome cell,By grassy lane and sunny stream,Blown clover field and strawberry dell,And green and meadow ...
1 I am the man that hath seen affliction by the rod of his wrath.2 He hath led me, and ...
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