God, the Source of all Good (John Bowring Poems)
'Tis God the Creator whose mercy hath givenThe beauty of earth and the glory of heaven,The freshness of ocean, the ...
'Tis God the Creator whose mercy hath givenThe beauty of earth and the glory of heaven,The freshness of ocean, the ...
I.Orphan Hours, the Year is dead,Come and sigh, come and weep!Merry Hours, smile instead,For the Year is but asleep.See, it ...
Beechwood fires are bright and clearIf the logs are kept a year,Chestnut's only good they say,If for logs 'tis laid ...
Hail to the woods once more! Hail blessed burst of the spring tide!Float over fathomless blue the fair white clouds ...
There was Dai Puw. He was no good.They put him in the fields to dock swedes,And took the knife from ...
LOW hung the dark clouds on Plinlimmon's tall peak,And slowly, yet surely, the winter drew near;When Ellen, sweet Ellen, a ...
Welcome Winter, how cracks your ice?Fills your snow the valleys?I have here spring thaw at the hearthAnd no fire to ...
NOW the rite is duly done,Now the word is spoken,And the spell has made us oneWhich may ne'er be broken;Rest ...
See this bowl of purple wine,Life-blood of the lusty vine!All the warmth of summer sunsIn the vintage liquid runs,All the ...
"I deem that God is not disquieted"-- This in a mighty poet's rhymes I read; And blazoned so forever doth abide Within my ...
Soon we will plunge ourselves into cold shadows,And all of summer's stunning afternoons will be gone.I already hear the dead ...
Fair girl, thy rosebud heart rests warm Within life's summer bowers! Nor blasts of winter's angry storm, Nor April's changeful showers, Its leaves have ...
O you, my Mother, my Native Land,Why is your cry so sad and heart-rending!And you, O Raven, accursed bird,On whose ...
Oh, wind of the spring-time, oh, free wind of May, When blossoms and bird-song are rife; Oh, joy for the season, and ...
Winter is fallen On the wretched grass,Dark winds have stolen All the colour that was.No leaf shivers:The bare boughs bend and creak ...
Under the death of winter's leaves he lieswho cried to Nothing and the terrible nightto be his home and bread. ...
It is spring once more in the Coast RangeWarm, perfumed, under the Easter moon.The flowers are back in their places.The ...
It was a bright and cheerful afternoon,Towards the end of the sunny month of June,When the north wind congregates in ...
Hello Winter, hello flanneledblanket of clouds, cloudsfueled by more clouds, hello again.Hello afternoons,off to the west, that silverof sunset, rust-coloredand ...
Shelley dreamed it. Now the dream decays.The props crumble; the familiar waysAre stale with tears trodden underfoot.The heart's flower withers ...
Gone hath the Spring, with all its flowers,And gone the Summer's pomp and show,And Autumn, in his leafless bowers,Is waiting ...
The snow-drops sword-like pierce the lagging snows, The Winter dies with blessings on the Spring, The violet sweet, which Love himself well ...
Jagg'd mountain peaks and skies ice-greenWall in the wild, cold scene below.Churches, farms, bare copse, the seaIn freezing quiet of ...
Cold, cheerless and dark are the flowerless meads. Deserted and lone is the plain;No more sports the troutlet among the broad ...
To Francis JourdainScotland is veiled with its classic mists,Our beaches and our lakes are abandoned;November, supreme judge of the tubercularHas ...
The bleak faced Winter, with his braggart winds(Coiled to his scrawny throat in tattered black),Posts down the highway of his ...
COME , form we round a cheerful ringAnd broach the foaming ale,And let the merry maiden sing,The beldame tell her ...
When February sun shines coldThere comes a day when in the airThe wings of winter slow unfoldAnd show the golden ...
IRELANDWhen shall we find the spring come in,And the fragrant air it blows?And when shall the bounty of summer winFairer ...
WHO SENT ME FLOWERS, WHEN CONFINED BYILLNESS.WHILE sickness still my step detainsFrom scenes where vernal pleasure reigns,Where Spring has bath'd ...
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