Solitude (Philip Henry Savage Poems)
I KNOW a little patch of mountain ground.Low-settled by itself; and MoosilaukeStands boldly in the west but never seesIts little ...
I KNOW a little patch of mountain ground.Low-settled by itself; and MoosilaukeStands boldly in the west but never seesIts little ...
THE sun is up, Great God, the sun is up,High o'er the eastern hill among white cloudsInsufferable! I thank Thee ...
ON the terrace lies the sunlight, fretted with the shadeOf the wilding apple-orchard Wordsworth made.Sunlight falls upon the aspen, and ...
WESTMORELAND and the hills of Cumberland,Though Alps may overpeer them, have a nameUnperishing while the earth still bears in manThe ...
SWEET, my Sweet, by the winding-waterSit and sing as the days go by.(What if the sounding sea had taught herLust ...
THE wild-eyed, savage gull, with bow'd wing, tipsThe white, flat surface of the misty sea;Or, stooping in the wind-trod, hollow ...
BE more concrete, immediate to man!So did he counsel me, the sage; and I,Taking for naught the gentle guidancesOf nature, ...
A lark flew by upon the airAnd struck a red leaf from the tree,There where he lighted; and a pairOf ...
If ever I have thought or saidIn all the seasons of the pastOne word at which thy heart has bledBelieve ...
This is thy brother, this poor silver fish,Close to the surface, dying in his dish;Thy flesh, thy beating heart, thy ...
I love to walk against the yellow light,The lemon-yellow of the first daylight,When cold and clear above the frozen earthThe ...
When Love dies, and the funeral plumes are set,And mourners come to take you by the hand,Regard them not; they ...
IN company . with vital hands.You shape the stuff which is our life, and measureWith equal pulse our golden warp ...
When I look on OssipeeNot the hill alone I see;Not the hill I see to-dayFair and large and distant gray,But ...
WHAT shall I speak, what phrases here compose,To tell the love that gathers close, and flowsUp to the very lips, ...
Like a dead leaf that rolls along the ground,Driven by a wind that wanders round and round,I see my heart, ...
THE flood of life that turned awayIn search of rarer things, the rose,The fragile flower that bursting blows,And as it ...
Still, in the meadow by the brook I layAnd felt the April creep along my streams,Subdue my currents to herself ...
Adam arose at the word of God,Up-borne on the bosom of all the earth;Brother of trees and the black, prone ...
EVER with fainter pulse and throwThe heart's red clepsydra will flow.Then test the drops run on to waste,Make haste, for ...
THIS, Woodstock, is my gift; and if I giveSo much as this of all thou gavest me,Call me not selfish ...
Love is a life you cannot traceNor find by gazing in the face.You cannot sum it, pence by pence,Nor find ...
What is this stones unless some cryShall echo back and give it life?'T is not enough that it be rifeWith ...
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