“In Peace And Quietness” (Oscar Fay Adams Poems)
A silver tide,The waters glide,And round the feet of mountains slide,O'er whose high steepThe moonbeams peep,And on through winding valleys ...
A silver tide,The waters glide,And round the feet of mountains slide,O'er whose high steepThe moonbeams peep,And on through winding valleys ...
When I went up the minster tower,The minster clock rang out the hour;The restless organ far belowSent tides of music ...
These are the friends whom he loved: these books that reveal on their pagesPencilled marks of approval, as one claps ...
Down the coast of LabradorRode the storm-wind conqueror:In his train the surges roared,From black clouds the torrents poured.Miles on miles ...
Before the gate of storms two dim shapes met:The one was robed in weeds ...
In these prosaic daysOf politics and trade,When seldom Fancy laysHer touch on man or maid,The sounds are fled that strayedAlong ...
What can drear December sayThat should make our souls rejoice?Fields are white and skies are grey;Winter speaks with sternest voice.Summer's ...
There is a little maidOf whom I'm much afraid.Shall I confess it?She wears a sealskin coat;Its grace and shape I ...
Of Love the minstrel sang, and drewAn easy finger o'er the strings,Then laughed and sang of other things,—Of grass and ...
O friend of mine, so dear to me,Forget not yet those summer hoursOn Truro moors beside the sea.O'er rolling downs ...
The winter tarried and the spring was late,And still from wild waste lands to northward blewThe gale that stiffened nightly ...
Out of the deep I cry to TheeWho notest e'en the sparrow's fall:O Lord, be merciful to me!I may not ...
Nay, friend, farewell! for if I loved you less,It might be I should strive to hold you fastIn bonds of ...
With eyes in which there gleamed a tear,And voice whose syllables were broken,She stood aghast in sudden fear.With eyes in ...
Low leagues of coast dunes bending to the westAre tremulous with waving beach grass green,Or all aglare with shifting sands ...
I know, dear friend, your hours are drear and cold;I know your path is harsh with briers and flints;Yet in ...
O which were best, and who would dare to chooseBetween the friend who holds you as his life,Counting all effort ...
What rarer, finer bliss than his who feels,While happy friends and neighbors press his hands,The warmth of handclasps given in ...
What is indifference, do you ask of me?O well I know the meaning of the phrase.It is to find grey ...
"Most wretched one!" No, not to him belongsMisery's preeminence in this sad world's sightWho suffereth for conscience and the right,As ...
As one who, wandering in a weary landAlone, where thorns and briers beset the way,And clouds and darkness have o'ercome ...
Turning from Shelley's sculptured face aside,And pacing thoughtfully the silent aislesOf the grey church that overlooks the smilesOf the glad ...
Builder and prelate, dust five hundred years,Who lent the Norman's handiwork such graceThe Norman never knew, that Walkelin's naveMen call ...
When from the poet's brain fair Arden's gladesWere peopled with the lightsome folk we know,A shade of discontent was seen ...
O year gone down into the sullen past,Relentless year that hast no tidings broughtOf him who suddenly from earth was ...
The tender maid of old Verona's town,Whom Proteus loved and yet could lightly leaveWhen sight of Silvia did his soul ...
One glorious day gleams through my memory still,Though lagging years have come and gone erewhile;That day whereon I seemed to ...
Love is so sweet, but he seldom stays long:(Roses of June are gone ere July.)Love is so sweet, but brief ...
O friend estranged, whose love, now cold,Once warmed my heart with bliss untold,How near we were, now sundered far!What fate ...
To W. M. F.On Truro sands we walked, dear friend,Slow following up that low shore's trend.The crescent moon dipt in ...
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