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such men are common here
and pastoral maidens milking cows
are dwelling everywhere | img2poems |
wait awhile and these are dead
sigh sigh
be they high or lowly bred they die | img2poems |
tootle tootle tootle tee
can it be
pride and fame must shadows be | img2poems |
go with your tauntings go
neer think to hurt me so
i'll scoff at your disdain | img2poems |
cold though the winter blow
when hills are free from snow
it will be spring again | img2poems |
and for my freedom's sake
with such i'll pattern take
and rove and revel on | img2poems |
your gall shall never make
me honied paths forsake
so prythee get thee gone | img2poems |
what pleasures crowd its ways
that man should take such pains
to seek them all his days | img2poems |
judge not thou deal'st in joy
its flowers but hide the asp
thy revels to destroy | img2poems |
there speckled thrush by self-delight embued
there sings unto himself for joy's amends
and drinks the honey dew of solitude | img2poems |
here poor integrity can sit at ease
and list self-satisfied
the song of honey-bees | img2poems |
now homeward-bound the hedger bundles round
his evening faggot and with every stride
his leathern doublet leaves a rustling sound | img2poems |
how sweet the soothing calm that smoothly stills
oer the heart's every sense its opiate dews
in meek-eyed moods and ever balmy trills | img2poems |
play pastime all time's blotting pen concealed
comes like a new-born joy
to greet me in the field | img2poems |
this garment hath been an old tenant with me
and a needle and thread with a little good skill
when i've leisure will make it stand more weathers still | img2poems |
then the toper sat down with a hiccup and felt
if he'd still an odd coin in his pocket to melt
and he made a wry face for his pocket was bare | img2poems |
o i never dreamed of parting or that trouble had a sting
or that pleasures like a flock of birds would ever take to wing
leaving nothing but a little naked spring | img2poems |
een at st
thomas tide old rover's bark
hails dapple's trot an hour before it's dark | img2poems |
the wind of that eternal ditty sings
humming of future things that burn the mind
to leave some fragment of itself behind | img2poems |
a path old tree goes by thee crooking on
and through this little gate that claps and bangs
against thy rifted trunk what steps hath gone | img2poems |
that little island on the atlantic sea
was but a dust-spot in a lake: thy mind
swept space as shoreless as eternity | img2poems |
man earth's poor shadow
talks of earth's decay
but hath it nothing of eternal kin | img2poems |
the cat runs races with her tail
the dog
leaps oer the orchard hedge and knarls the grass | img2poems |
he scampered to the bushes far away
the shepherd called the ploughman to the fray
the ploughman wished he had a gun to shoot | img2poems |
he talks to none but wends his silent way
and finds a hovel at the close of day
or under any hedge his house is made | img2poems |
the nest was full of eggs and round
i met a shepherd in the vales
and stood to tell him what i found | img2poems |
both keep their pace that nothing can provoke
followed by brindled dog that snuffs the ground
with urging bark and hurries at his heels | img2poems |
where the flower in green darkness buds blossoms and fades
unseen of all shepherds and flower-loving maids
the hermit bees find them but once and away | img2poems |
thy drapery floats so gracefully
we'll walk along the meadow grass
we'll stand beneath the willow tree | img2poems |
to meet the cooler air and walk an angel there
with the dark dishevelled hair
bonny lassie o | img2poems |
oak apples on the tree and wilt thou gang to see
the shed i've made for thee
bonny lassie o | img2poems |
in a grassy nook hard by with a little patch of sky
and a bush to keep us dry
bonny lassie o | img2poems |
there's the king-cup bright as gold and the speedwell never cold
and the arum leaves unrolled
bonny lassie o | img2poems |
with a woodbine peeping in and the roses like thy skin
blushing thy praise to win
bonny lassie o | img2poems |
when the bee sips in the bean and grey willow branches lean
and the moonbeam looks between
bonny lassie o | img2poems |
the softest dreams the sweetest rest
the brightest sun the bluest sky
are love's own home and canopy | img2poems |
winter's blast
the now since then has crept between
and left us both apart | img2poems |
my face turned pale as deadly pale
my legs refused to walk away
and when she looked what could i ail | img2poems |
sheep ointment seems to daub the dead-hued sky
and night shuts up the lightsomeness of day
all dark and absent as a corpse's eye | img2poems |
god is their parent and they need no tear
he takes them to his bosom from earth's woes
a bud their lifetime and a flower their close | img2poems |
infants have nought to weep for ere they die
all prayers are needless beads they need not tell
white flowers their mourners are nature their passing bell | img2poems |
his little hands when flowers were seen
were held for the bluebell
as he was carried oer the green | img2poems |
how can an infant die
when butterflies are on the wing
green grass and such a sky | img2poems |
baker miss a
e
glossary of northamptonshire words and phrases | img2poems |
redding cyrus fifty years' recollections: ii
past celebrities whom i have known: ii
sq | img2poems |
project gutenberg literary archive foundation
north west
salt lake city ut | img2poems |
religion and poetry
by
washington gladden | img2poems |
i
hay: religion and doctrine c
w | img2poems |
we can hardly imagine that the religious experience of mankind will
ever suffer these words to drop into forgetfulness and it would seem
that every passing generation must deepen their significance | img2poems |
therefore although demonstration is impossible faith is rational
so
do those great words of the ancient sage admonish us | img2poems |
thou canst not prove that thou art body alone
nor canst thou prove that thou art spirit alone
nor canst thou prove that thou art both in one | img2poems |
sir galahad
my strength is as the strength of ten
because my heart is pure | img2poems |
dina m
mulock craik
from a life-photograph by elliott and fry london | img2poems |
o foolish boy
the saint exclaimed to hope
that the broad ocean in that hole should lie | img2poems |
sooner augustine sooner far shall i
confine the ocean in this tiny pit
than finite minds conceive god's nature infinite | img2poems |
the strong gods pine for my abode
and pine in vain the sacred seven
but thou meek lover of the good | img2poems |
who gave you your invulnerable life
your strength your speed your fury and your joy
unceasing thunder and eternal foam | img2poems |
the clouds ye so much dread
are big with mercy and shall break
in blessings on your head | img2poems |
but trust him for his grace
behind a frowning providence
he hides a smiling face | img2poems |
his purposes will ripen fast
unfolding every hour
the bud may have a bitter taste | img2poems |
o thou eternal one
whose presence bright
all space doth occupy all motion guide | img2poems |
being above all beings
mighty one
whom none can comprehend and none explore | img2poems |
who fill'st existence with thyself alone
embracing all supporting ruling o'er
being whom we call god and know no more | img2poems |
thou art and wert and shall be
glorious
great | img2poems |
the chain of being is complete in me
in me is matter's last gradation lost
and the next step is spirit deity | img2poems |
god
thus alone my lowly thoughts can soar
thus seek thy presence being wise and good | img2poems |
midst thy vast works admire obey adore
and when the tongue is eloquent no more
the soul shall speak in tears of gratitude | img2poems |
and all thy ways adore
and every day i live i seem
to love thee more and more | img2poems |
of our saviour's toils and tears
thou wert the passion of his heart
those three and thirty years | img2poems |
ill that he blesses is our good
and unblessed good is ill
and all is right that seems most wrong | img2poems |
the lord is god
he needeth not
the poor device of man | img2poems |
and if my heart and flesh are weak
to bear an untried pain
but strengthen and sustain | img2poems |
nor works my faith to prove
i can but give the gifts he gave
and plead his love for love | img2poems |
descend to us we pray
cast out our sin and enter in
be born in us to-day | img2poems |
and that her reign had here its last fulfilling
she knew such harmony alone
could hold all heaven and earth in happier union | img2poems |
forsake their temples dim
with that twice-battered god of palestine
heaven's queen and mother both | img2poems |
now sits not girt with tapers' holy shine
the lybic hammon shrinks his horn
in vain the tyrian maids their wounded thammuz mourn | img2poems |
seven hundred years and fifty-three
had rome been growing up to might
and now was queen of land and sea | img2poems |
a thousand bells ring out and throw
their joyous peals abroad and smite
the darkness charmed and holy now | img2poems |
so rang tertullian's sentence on the side
of that unpitying phrygian sect which cried
him can no fount of fresh forgiveness lave | img2poems |
and then she smiled and in the catacombs
with eye suffused but heart inspired true
on those walls subterranean where she hid | img2poems |
her head in ignominy death and tombs
she her good shepherd's hasty image drew
and on his shoulders not a lamb a kid | img2poems |
who could not sad tribute render
witnessing that mother tender
agonizing with her child | img2poems |
make me feel thy sorrow's power
that with thee i tears may shower
tender mother fount of love | img2poems |
make my heart with love unceasing
burn toward christ the lord that pleasing
i may be to him above | img2poems |
holy mother this be granted
that the slain one's wounds be planted
firmly in my heart to bide | img2poems |
of him wounded all astounded
depths unbounded for me sounded
all the pangs with me divide | img2poems |
let me by the cross be warded
by the death of christ be guarded
nourished by divine supplies | img2poems |
when the body death hath riven
grant that to the soul be given
glories bright of paradise | img2poems |
three women crept at break of day
a-grope along the shadowy way
where joseph's tomb and garden lay | img2poems |
with blanch of woe each face was white
as the gray orient's waxing light
brought back upon their awe-struck sight | img2poems |
each on her throbbing bosom bore
a burden of such fragrant store
as never there had lain before | img2poems |
spices the purest richest best
that e'er the musky east possessed
from ind to araby-the-blest | img2poems |
had they with sorrow-riven hearts
searched all jerusalem's costliest marts
in quest of nards whose pungent arts | img2poems |
should the dead sepulchre imbue
with vital odors through and through
't was all their love had leave to do | img2poems |
they counted not as waste that day
what they had brought their lord
the way | img2poems |
through tragic darkness murk and dim
where'er they see the faintest rim
of promise all for sake of him | img2poems |
myrrh-bearers still at home abroad
what paths have holy women trod
burdened with votive gifts for god | img2poems |
rare gifts whose chiefest worth was priced
by this one thought that all sufficed
their spices had been bruised for christ | img2poems |
abide with me
fast falls the eventide
the darkness deepens: lord with me abide | img2poems |
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