“This is thy brother, this poor silver fish,” (Philip Henry Savage Poems)
This is thy brother, this poor silver fish,Close to the surface, dying in his dish;Thy flesh, thy beating heart, thy ...
This is thy brother, this poor silver fish,Close to the surface, dying in his dish;Thy flesh, thy beating heart, thy ...
When evening comes and shadows graySteal out across the glimmering bayAnd tremble in the air between;When evening comes and shadows ...
The sea is silent round this rocky shore;The forest windFrom the loud level beach behindBrings rolling up the distant water's ...
"And so," I said, much after having striven,"We mount close upward to the bar of heaven;But all our strength is ...
Where man has conquered nature dies;We shift some slender-growing pineFrom out her own familiar skiesWhere-under forests fall and rise,To pots ...
YOU 'VE seen a sky, besprent with mistAcross the sleepy amethyst,Break when the western wind has sentHis harriers to the ...
I love to walk against the yellow light,The lemon-yellow of the first daylight,When cold and clear above the frozen earthThe ...
Day by day along the streetMany a girl I see is sweet;But the lips that should be ripe,Pallid like the ...
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 ...
EVERY morning dies the sunOn the eastern horizon,And a blazing god is bornFrom the white egg of the morn.Then the ...
NOW colored lights of morning riseAnd paint the skiesWith warmer dyes,A thousand timesMore bright, more rareAs summer climbsThe northern stair;To ...
JUNIPER gentle and rosemarie!There 's neat brown cones on the yellow larch,With scarlet haws on the gray thorn-tree.Ah, the year ...
When Love dies, and the funeral plumes are set,And mourners come to take you by the hand,Regard them not; they ...
I Laugh for the long days I see aheadStretching in yellow light where we shall walk,And pluck the full-blown roses ...
TO catch at that which never can be caught,To yearn for what thou never shall attain(Nature's own motions moving in ...
QUICK-fingered Spring her wand choragic,A cherry branch, has waved in air;And swift by arts of natural magicThe clustered cherry-blooms are ...
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 turn and see you passing in the streetWhen you are not. I take another way,Lest missing you the fragrance ...
My sisters have their loves, but IAm all alone, she said.And oh! the weary wonder Why.And oh! that I were ...
"MERCY! Justice! Ah, no! Heaven's gate! Heaven's gate!"Panic above the crash of trampling horseAnd rush of wings upright against the ...
Even in the city, IAm ever conscious of the sky;A portion of its frame no lessThan in the open wilderness.The ...
I HATE the vast array of "modern" things,Gilt and pale purple, yellow, pink, and white;Dull imitations and a thousand lightAnd ...
Far in the south the redwings hear and speedTo answer nature's far-heard northern cry;Swift from the fields they gather and ...
HIGH on a sunward-mounting precipiceEdged with a cloud that all before me ran,I backward gazed and pictured, span by span,How ...
I LAID upon a rock beside the seaA spray of eglantine where all aboutThe water rushed in torrents in 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 ...
IN company . with vital hands.You shape the stuff which is our life, and measureWith equal pulse our golden warp ...
HONEY of woodland wild and of the hill,The juices of the maple and the caneAnd all the fulness of the ...
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