THE WORLD'S BEST POETRY
First lets his fingers wander as they list, And builds a bridge from Dreamland for his lay; Then, as the touch of his loved inst ...
Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers; The flush of life may well be seen Thrilling back over hills and valleys; The cowslip sta ...
Who knows whither the clouds have fled? In the unscarred heaven they leave no wake; And the eyes forget the tears they have shed ...
The drawbridge dropped with a surly clang, And through the dark arch a charger sprang, Bearing Sir Launfal, the maiden knight, I ...
The heart outstretches its eager palms; For a god goes with it and makes it store To the soul that was starving in darkness befo ...
And sprouting is every corbel and rafter With lightsome green of ivy and holly; Through the deep gulf of the chimney wide Wallow ...
He came back from seeking the Holy Grail. Little he recked of his earldom's loss, No more on his surcoat was blazoned the cross; ...
The heart within him was ashes and dust: He parted in twain his single crust, He broke the ice on the streamlet's brink, And gav ...
As the hang-bird is to the elm-tree bough; No longer scowl the turrets tall. The summer's long siege at last is o'er: When the f ...
Those feet, that to music could gracefully move, Now bear her alone on the mission of love; Those hands, that once dangled the p ...
* WHAT I LIVE FOR. I live for those who love me, Whose hearts are kind and true, For heaven that smiles above me, And waits ...
For the future in the distance, And the good that I can do. GEORGE LINNAEUS BANKS. * IF WE HAD BUT A DAY. We should fill the ...
And saw within the moonlight in his room, Making it rich and like a lily in bloom. An angel writing in a book of gold: Exceeding ...
IV. SABBATH: WORSHIP: CREED. SUNDAY MORNING BELLS. From the near city comes the clang of bells: Their hundred jarring diverse t ...
Praise ye the Lord! Not where the pale-faced multitude meet In the sweltering lane and the dun-visaged street, But here where br ...
THE SABBATH MORNING. With silent awe I hail the sacred morn, That slowly wakes while all the fields are still! A soothing calm o ...
Hath ceased; all, all around is quietness. Less fearful on this day, the limping hare Stops, and looks back, and stops, and look ...
Ye shall not violate, this day, The Sabbath of my soul. Sleep, sleep forever, guilty thoughts; Let fires of vengeance die; And, ...
Bend, Gracious Spirit, from above, like these o'erarching skies, And to thy firmament of love lift up these longing eyes; And, f ...
Where pointed brambles grew, Intwined with horrid thorn, Gay flowers, forever new, The painted fields adorn,— The blushing rose ...
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