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 ...
I FOLLOWED up a little burn,Led onward by the smell of fern;And standing at the opening dayWhere yellow blossoms line ...
The road ran sloping through the treesBelow the dusty hill;The sun, swept inward by the breeze,Lightened the running rill.Maples and ...
WESTMORELAND and the hills of Cumberland,Though Alps may overpeer them, have a nameUnperishing while the earth still bears in manThe ...
THE wild-eyed, savage gull, with bow'd wing, tipsThe white, flat surface of the misty sea;Or, stooping in the wind-trod, hollow ...
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 ...
For my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither areyour ways my ways, saith the Lord.GOD, thou art good, but not ...
What hard, bright Spirit sits beyond the stars,On what high seat beyond the round of space?With what benignant, what pernicious ...
If ever I have thought or saidIn all the seasons of the pastOne word at which thy heart has bledBelieve ...
"And so," I said, much after having striven,"We mount close upward to the bar of heaven;But all our strength is ...
YOU 'VE seen a sky, besprent with mistAcross the sleepy amethyst,Break when the western wind has sentHis harriers to the ...
TO catch at that which never can be caught,To yearn for what thou never shall attain(Nature's own motions moving in ...
IN Adam's sinDid I begin.With toil and sweatMy bread I get;At once, with AbelSpread my table,Rebel with CainAnd sin again.O'er ...
I dare not think that thou art by, to standAnd face omnipotence so near at hand!When I consider thee how ...
When I look on OssipeeNot the hill alone I see;Not the hill I see to-dayFair and large and distant gray,But ...
THE fickle wind, by ebb and flaw,Wavers uncertain as a girl:The fire delays and will not draw:The smoke creeps out ...
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