THE WORLD'S BEST POETRY
O friends! with whom my feet have trod The quiet aisles of prayer, Glad witness to your zeal for God And love of man I bear. I t ...
I see the wrong that round me lies, I feel the guilt within; I hear, with groan and travail-cries, The world confess its sin. Ye ...
And so beside the Silent Sea I wait the muffled oar; No harm from Him can come to me On ocean or on shore. I know not where His ...
Our wills are ours, we know not how; Our wills are ours, to make them thine. Our little systems have their day; They have their ...
O little town of Bethlehem, How still we see thee lie! Above thy deep and dreamless sleep The silent stars go by; Yet in thy dar ...
To touch their harps of gold: "Peace to the earth, good-will to men From heaven's all-gracious King!" The world in solemn stilln ...
EPIPHANY. "We have seen his star in the east." —MATTHEW ii. 2. Brightest and best of the sons of the morning, Dawn on our darkne ...
That glorious form, that light unsufferable, And that far-beaming blaze of majesty Wherewith He wont at heaven's high council-ta ...
She, crowned with olive green, came softly sliding Down through the turning sphere, His ready harbinger, With turtle wing the am ...
Full little thought they then That the mighty Pan Was kindly come to live with them below; Perhaps their loves, or else their sh ...
Move in melodious time, And let the bass of heaven's deep organ blow; And with your ninefold harmony Make up full consort to the ...
Not half so far casts his usurpèd sway, And, wroth to see his kingdom fail, Swinges the scaly horror of his folded tail. The ora ...
The brutish gods of Nile as fast— Isis and Orus, and the dog Anubis—haste. Nor is Osiris seen In Memphian grove or green, Trampl ...
It was the calm and silent night! Seven hundred years and fifty-three Had Rome been growing up to might, And now was queen of la ...
Their joyous peals abroad, and smite The darkness—charmed and holy now! The night that erst no name had worn, To it a happy name ...
LOUISE IMOGEN GUINEY. * THE FLIGHT INTO EGYPT. A BALLAD. There's a legend that's told of a gypsy who dwelt In the lands wher ...
Then her guests from the glare of the noonday she led To a seat in her grotto so cool; Where she spread them a banquet of fruits ...
Could once, at Cana's wedding feast, Change water into wine; Come, visit us! and when dull work Grows weary, line on line, Reviv ...
But none of the ransomed ever knew How deep were the waters crossed, Nor how dark was the night that the Lord passed through Ere ...
Callin' sof', "Come in. Come in." Callin' sof', "Come in. Come in." Den up t'ro' de gloomerin' meadows, T'ro' de col' night rain ...
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