1 - 44 of 44
- Mother of all the high-strung poets and singers departed,
Mother of all the grass that weaves over their graves the glory of the field,24 lines, 1 comment - The mountains that enfold the vale
With walls of granite, steep and high,18 lines, 1 comment - Oh, why are you shining so bright, big Sun,
And why is the garden so gay?16 lines, 1 comment - I love the hour that comes, with dusky hair
And dewy feet, along the Alpine dells14 lines, 1 comment - Across a thousand miles of sea, a hundred leagues of land,
Along a path I had not traced and could not understand,12 lines - Dear to my heart are the ancestral dwellings of America,
Dearer than if they were haunted by ghosts of royal splendour;36 lines - (Presbyter of Christ in Americas 1683-1708)
To thee, plain hero of a rugged race,15 lines, 1 comment - O garden isle, beloved by Sun and Sea, --
Whose bluest billows kiss thy curving bays,14 lines - If I have erred in showing all my heart,
And lost your favour by a lack of pride;14 lines, 2 comments - Through many a land your journey ran,
And showed the best the world can boast:8 lines - Like a long arrow through the dark the train is darting,
Bearing me far away, after a perfect day of love's delight:24 lines - How blind the toil that burrows like the mole,
In winding graveyard pathways underground,14 lines - Wordsworth, thy music like a river rolls
Among the mountains, and thy song is fed14 lines - Count not the cost of honour to the dead!
The tribute that a mighty nation pays14 lines - Limber-limbed, lazy god, stretched on the rock,
Where is sweet Echo, and where is your flock?4 lines - 'Tis fine to see the Old World, and travel up and down
Among the famous palaces and cities of renown,24 lines - Glory of architect, glory of painter, and sculptor, and bard,
Living forever in temple and picture and statue and song, --16 lines - Children of the elemental mother,
Born upon some lonely island shore40 lines, 1 comment
1 - 44 of 44
Add a comment
1 - 44 of 44
