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 ...
I Left the city to the north and walkedAgainst a southwest wind; the hurtling rainShowered the empty streets in noisy ...
AT rest upon some quiet limbAnd singing to his pretty "marrow,"Sweet-breasted friend of child and man,I love the bright eyes ...
WHEN the low sun descends on Hamlet hillAnd this my maple throws a longer lineOf lengthening shadow down across the ...
YE seem intent to stand aloneMonarchs, ye men, of stock and stone;The forest dead and everywhereUntenanted the fields of air.To ...
The road ran sloping through the treesBelow the dusty hill;The sun, swept inward by the breeze,Lightened the running rill.Maples and ...
LET men remember, when they pray,The rose and silver dawns of May,Most palely, spiritually gray;The sky above the blossomed trees,Pale ...
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 ...
Upon a pasture hill a pine-tree standsAnd in the air holds up its slender hands;A double sheep-track turns beneath the ...
"As a teil-tree or an oak,"So the ancient prophet spoke"Whose heart remaineth when they shedTheir leaves!" The prophet now is ...
IN the low-lying April afternoonThe earth was hushed within a mellow mistAcross the new brown meadows; the white sunWas gathered ...
BE more concrete, immediate to man!So did he counsel me, the sage; and I,Taking for naught the gentle guidancesOf nature, ...
The scream of the tern in the roar of the watersWill sound when the tumult of nature is o'er;When the ...
A lark flew by upon the airAnd struck a red leaf from the tree,There where he lighted; and a pairOf ...
When February sun shines coldThere comes a day when in the airThe wings of winter slow unfoldAnd show the golden ...
This is thy brother, this poor silver fish,Close to the surface, dying in his dish;Thy flesh, thy beating heart, thy ...
JUNIPER gentle and rosemarie!There 's neat brown cones on the yellow larch,With scarlet haws on the gray thorn-tree.Ah, the year ...
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 ...
What are the limitations hard,Importunate, of time and space,But fences of the prison-yardOf earth, to keep us in our place?Like ...
WITHIN a thicket ere the sunWas up, I heard a whisper run.Each bush and tree was bidding, now,Its yellow leaves ...
Through rain the forest, roof and floor,Is green as it was ne'er before.And, dense along the forest-track,The boles of trees ...
Up from hill and meadow burning,Fumes of Autumn in the air;Birds in dusty blue returning,Passing on their southern fare.Color, color, ...
'T is grace to sing to nature, and to prayThe God of nature, out of His large heart,To grant us ...
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