Anadyomene (Philip Henry Savage Poems)
GIVE o'er the strife! The poet criesThe maiden mercy, in whose eyesHe sees the light of paradise.Beyond the coppice, at ...
GIVE o'er the strife! The poet criesThe maiden mercy, in whose eyesHe sees the light of paradise.Beyond the coppice, at ...
THE sun is up, Great God, the sun is up,High o'er the eastern hill among white cloudsInsufferable! I thank Thee ...
I Left the city to the north and walkedAgainst a southwest wind; the hurtling rainShowered the empty streets in noisy ...
I FOLLOWED up a little burn,Led onward by the smell of fern;And standing at the opening dayWhere yellow blossoms line ...
ON the terrace lies the sunlight, fretted with the shadeOf the wilding apple-orchard Wordsworth made.Sunlight falls upon the aspen, and ...
WHEN the low sun descends on Hamlet hillAnd this my maple throws a longer lineOf lengthening shadow down across the ...
BENEATH the rooftree of the dark,Like Noah shut within the ark,I welcome from the waste of nightThe earliest olive-branch of ...
LIGHTER than dandelion down,Or feathers from the white moth's wing,Out of the gates of bramble-townThe silkweed goes a-gypsying.Too fair to ...
Upon a pasture hill a pine-tree standsAnd in the air holds up its slender hands;A double sheep-track turns beneath the ...
When February sun shines coldThere comes a day when in the airThe wings of winter slow unfoldAnd show the golden ...
When evening comes and shadows graySteal out across the glimmering bayAnd tremble in the air between;When evening comes and shadows ...
Where man has conquered nature dies;We shift some slender-growing pineFrom out her own familiar skiesWhere-under forests fall and rise,To pots ...
I love to walk against the yellow light,The lemon-yellow of the first daylight,When cold and clear above the frozen earthThe ...
I know not what it is, but when I passSome running bit of water by the way,A river brimming silver ...
Mary, when the wild-roseBlossomed on the vine,Hearts were light, eyes were bright,But none so bright as thine.Lightly the month of ...
NOW colored lights of morning riseAnd paint the skiesWith warmer dyes,A thousand timesMore bright, more rareAs summer climbsThe northern stair;To ...
Even in the city, IAm ever conscious of the sky;A portion of its frame no lessThan in the open wilderness.The ...
Far in the south the redwings hear and speedTo answer nature's far-heard northern cry;Swift from the fields they gather and ...
The bobolink that sweetly singsAlthough the rain is on his wings;The light in darkness of the moonThat builds by night ...
I mark you coming the accustomed way,As light as grace, your head uplift and high,Gray subtlety of flame in either ...
HONEY of woodland wild and of the hill,The juices of the maple and the caneAnd all the fulness of the ...
The extreme beauty and the dear delight,Wherewith the world accosts me as I go,Catch up the heart, and like a ...
When I look on OssipeeNot the hill alone I see;Not the hill I see to-dayFair and large and distant gray,But ...
The breath of slowly-moving springStirs the light leaf, the doubtful wing,And tempers each created thing.The tumult of the summer's lifeSurrounds ...
Brother, Time is a thing how slight!Day lifts and falls, and it is night.Rome stands an hour, and the green ...
NOT least, 't is ever my delightTo drink the early morning light;To take the air upon my tongueAnd taste it ...
Roll down, roll down, thou darkling earth,To the eastern shores of light,Where the plashing waves of the morning's birthSweep up ...
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