Opifex (Thomas Edward Brown Poem)
As I was carving images from clouds, And tinting them with soft ethereal dyes Pressed from the pulp of dreams, ...
As I was carving images from clouds, And tinting them with soft ethereal dyes Pressed from the pulp of dreams, ...
Methinks in Him there dwells alway A sea of laughter very deep, Where the leviathans leap, And little children play, ...
A garden is a lovesome thing, God wot! Rose plot, Fringed pool, Ferned grot-- The veriest school Of peace; and ...
SHE knelt upon her brother's grave, My little girl of six years old-- He used to be so good and ...
The Man that hath great griefs I pity not; 'Tis something to be great In any wise, and hint the ...
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