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 ...
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 ...
AT rest upon some quiet limbAnd singing to his pretty "marrow,"Sweet-breasted friend of child and man,I love the bright eyes ...
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 ...
A LITTLE maiden, in her handA pitcher, on her head a bandOf yellow cloth; her neck was bare,The kerchief fluttered ...
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 ...
WESTMORELAND and the hills of Cumberland,Though Alps may overpeer them, have a nameUnperishing while the earth still bears in manThe ...
LET men remember, when they pray,The rose and silver dawns of May,Most palely, spiritually gray;The sky above the blossomed trees,Pale ...
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 ...
BENEATH the rooftree of the dark,Like Noah shut within the ark,I welcome from the waste of nightThe earliest olive-branch of ...
I stood at the hedge as a hearse went byAnd passed me along the way;The sun broke in through a ...
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, ...
What hard, bright Spirit sits beyond the stars,On what high seat beyond the round of space?With what benignant, what pernicious ...
In the first pale flush of evenWhen the sun is hardly down,Ere the stars are in the heaven,Ere the shadows ...
The influences of air and skyAre side lights from the eternal throneThat fall upon the watchful eyeOf him who silent ...
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 ...
If ever I have thought or saidIn all the seasons of the pastOne word at which thy heart has bledBelieve ...
When February sun shines coldThere comes a day when in the airThe wings of winter slow unfoldAnd show the golden ...
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