Vera (Henry Van Dyke Poems)
IA silent world,-yet full of vital joyUttered in rhythmic movements manifold,And sunbeams flashing on the face of thingsLike sudden smilings ...
IA silent world,-yet full of vital joyUttered in rhythmic movements manifold,And sunbeams flashing on the face of thingsLike sudden smilings ...
ACT VSCENE -The PALACE.An old Chamberlain, sighing.Chamberlain.ALAS! What a decrepit old age have I attained! -This wand, which I first ...
Look where we worship. We all live in the city.The city forms- often physically, but inevitablypsychically- a circle. A Game. ...
PRELUDEALONG the roadside, like the flowers of goldThat tawny Incas for their gardens wrought,Heavy with sunshine droops the golden-rod,And the ...
EARLY SUMMER _The cricket in the rose-bush hedge Sings by the vine-entangled gate; The slim moon slants a timid edge Of pearl through one ...
They said "Too late, too late, the work is done;Great Homer sang of glory and strong menAnd that fair Greek ...
THE SPIRE OF STRASBURG CATHEDRAL.Night and storm. LUCIFER, with the Powers of theAir, trying to tear down the Cross. _Lucifer._ HASTEN! ...
_Interlocutors_:LIBERIO. LAODONIO.LIB. Reclining in the shade of a cypress-tree, the enthusiast findinghis mind free from other thoughts, it happened that ...
BLOOD is my daylight, and darkness too. Blessing of night has been gouged from my cheeks Bearing with it my more lucky ...
Yet bold attempt and dangerous, said I,Upon these kinde of men such chance to try,By nature inhumaine, much given to ...
Above the head of great MethuselahThere lay two demons in the opened roofInvisible, and gathered up his words;For when the ...
I Put a sun in Sunday, Sunday. Eleven please ten hoop. Hoop. Cousin coarse in coarse in soap. Cousin coarse in soap sew up. ...
There is a tide in men's affairs,Leading to fame not wholly theirs —Leading to high positions, wonThrough noble deeds by ...
The labours of the plough, the various toilsThat, still returning with the changeful year,Demand the husbandman's and cottar's care;The joys ...
'Tis morning over Norridgewock, —On tree and wigwam, wave and rock.Bathed in the autumnal sunshine, stirredAt intervals by breeze and ...
The wasting thistle whitens on my crest,The barren grasses blow upon my spear,A green, pale pennon: blazon of wild faithAnd ...
But shall we take the Muse abroad,To drop her idly on the road,And leave our subject in the middle,As Butler ...
The erle off Carrik Schyr Edward,That stoutar wes than a libardAnd had na will to be ...
Who stands on that cliff, like a figure of stone,Unmoving and tall in the light of the sky,Where the spray ...
Matthew met Richard, when or whereFrom story is not mighty clear:Of many knotty points they spoke,And pro and con by ...
As we arrived at our Lady's Steps,Incontinent all men reversed their caps,Bidding us welcome home, and joining hand,They ask from ...
I.1EVEN as water to him who thirsts wayfaring, dust-dry and burning,After sore heat and long stumbling in courses with never ...
I.But now the second Morning, from her bow'r,Began to glister in her beams, and nowThe roses of the day began ...
I.White as a white sail on a dusky sea,When half the horizon 's clouded and half free,Fluttering between the dun ...
WHAT secret charm, long whispering in mine ear,Allures, attracts, compels, and chains me here,Where murmuring echoes call me to resignTheir ...
HERE by this midland lake, the sand-shored waterThat pulses with no sea-tide heart, where the grainOf a nation pauses on ...
'I am Spes, a spie,' quod he, 'and spire after a knyghtThat took me a maundement upon the mount of ...
In front the awful Alpine track Crawls up its rocky stair; The autumn storm-winds drive the rack, Close o'er it, in the air. Behind ...
Fain would my verse, Tyrconnel, boast thy name,Brownlow, at once my subject and my fame!Oh! could that spirit, which thy ...
This extract from the Ramayana has been edited by M. Chezy, with a free translation into French prose by M. Bournouf, ...
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