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The Song Of Hiawatha V: Hiawatha's Fasting
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
You shall hear how Hiawatha
Prayed and fasted in the forest,
Moving Through The Dew
© Alfred Noyes
I
Moving through the dew, moving through the dew,
Ere I waken in the cityLife, thy dawn makes all things new!
And up a fir-clad glen, far from all the haunts of men,
Up a glen among the mountains, oh my feet are wings again!
In The Firelight
© Robert Laurence Binyon
So sad and so lonely, Dear?
What dream by the fire do you dream
So deep, that you could not hear
My step as I entered? Dim
The Wound
© Robert Laurence Binyon
I have too happy been.
Some sad Fate envies me.
An arrow she, unseen,
Has fitted to her bow,
And smiling grim, I know,
Let the drawn shaft leap free.
Prologue from Preparatory Meditations Before My Approach to The Lord's Supper
© Edward Taylor
Lord, can a crumb of dust the earth outweigh,
Outmatch all mountains, nay the crystal sky?
Imbosom in't designs that shall display
And trace into the boundless deity?
Yea, hand a pen whose moisture doth gild o'er
Eternal glory with a glorious glore.
The Milch Kine Drawing The Ark : Faith's Surrender Of All
© John Newton
The kine unguided went
By the directest road;
When the Philistines homeward sent
The ark of Israel's God.
By The Fates
© Alfred Austin
By the fates that have fastened our life,
By the distance that holds us apart,
A Father's Fear.
© Robert Crawford
The little feet that run to me,
The little hands that strive
To touch me at the heart, and find
The heart in me alive:
The Garden
© Harriet Monroe
Hiding under the hill,
Heavy with trailing robes and tangled veils of green,
Till only its little haggard face was visible,
The garden lay shy and wistful,
Sonnet IV. How Many Bards Gild The Lapses Of Time!
© John Keats
How many bards gild the lapses of time!
A few of them have ever been the food
Of my delighted fancy,I could brood
Over their beauties, earthly, or sublime:
Kensington Garden
© Thomas Tickell
Where Kensington, high o'er the neighbouring lands
Midst greens and sweets, a regal fabric, stands,
Wanderlied
© Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall
O, WEST of all the westward roads that woo ye to their winding,
O, south of all the southward ways that call ye to the sea,
There's a little lonely garden that would pay ye for the finding,
With a fairy-ring within it and an old thorn tree.
Song Of The Manes
© John Kenyon
Come, dance we now in friendly band;
The Manes twinkling Hesperus calls;
In Any Garden
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
Down his long garden he did slowly go,
For fairer sight did each new path disclose;
Upon The Hill
© John Gould Fletcher
A hundred miles of landscape spread before me like a fan;
Hills behind naked hills, bronze light of evening on them shed;
How many thousand ages have these summits spied on man?
How many thousand times shall I look on them ere this fire in me is
dead?
Out Where the West Begins
© Arthur Chapman
Out where the handclasps a little stronger,
Out where the smile dwells a little longer,
