The Muses Threnodie: Sixth Muse (Henry Adamson Poems)
As we arrived at our Lady's Steps,Incontinent all men reversed their caps,Bidding us welcome home, and joining hand,They ask from ...
As we arrived at our Lady's Steps,Incontinent all men reversed their caps,Bidding us welcome home, and joining hand,They ask from ...
I.As wand'ring late on Albion's shoreThat chains the rude tempestuous deep,I heard the hollow surges roarAnd vainly beat her guardian ...
Hither thou com'st: the busy wind all nightBlew through thy lodging, where thy own warm wingThy pillow was. Many a ...
BE hush'd my tongue, nor murmur or complain;With pious awe the struggling tear restrain.Dark is my path and intricate my ...
But shone superior in degree,That Morning Star so bright,Which rising on our darken'd world,Dispell'd the gloom of night.Transcendently illustrious,Appear his ...
Thou fair hair'd angel of the evening, Now, while the sun rests on the mountains light, Thy bright torch of ...
A morning hymn. Psa. 19:5,8; 73:24,25. God of the morning! at whose voice The cheerful sun makes haste to rise, ...
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