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Dark, Dismal Day--the First Of Many Such! Dark, Dismal Day--the First Of Many Such!

Dark, Dismal Day--the First Of Many Such!
Dark, dismal day--the first of many such! The wind is sighing through the plaintive trees, In fitful gusts of a half-frenzied woe; Affrighted clouds the hand might almost touch, Their black wings bend so mournfully and low, Sweep through the skies like night-winds o'er the seas. There is no chirp of bird through all the grove, Save that of the young fledgeling rudely flung From its warm nest; and like the clouds above My... Poems - Post by : Ralph_Moore - Date : September 2011 - Author : Charles Sangster - Read : 3071

Intense Young Soul, That Takest Hearts By Storm Intense Young Soul, That Takest Hearts By Storm

Intense Young Soul, That Takest Hearts By Storm
Intense young soul, that takest hearts by storm, And chills them into sorrow with a look! Some minds are open as a well-read book; But here the leaves are still uncut--unscanned, The volume clasped and sealed, and all the warm And passionate exuberance of love Held in submission to these threadbare flaws And creeds of weaknesses, poor human laws. Stand up erect--nay kneel--for from above God's light is streaming on thee. Fashion's daws... Poems - Post by : storm1234 - Date : September 2011 - Author : Charles Sangster - Read : 2801

I Sat Within The Temple Of Her Heart I Sat Within The Temple Of Her Heart

I Sat Within The Temple Of Her Heart
I sat within the temple of her heart, And watched the living Soul as it passed through, Arrayed in pearly vestments, white and pure. The calm, immortal Presence made me start. It searched through all the chambers of her mind With one mild glance of love, and smiled to view The fastnesses of feeling, strong--secure, And safe from all surprise. It sits enshrined And offers incense in her heart, as on An altar... Poems - Post by : jwatson63342 - Date : September 2011 - Author : Charles Sangster - Read : 977

How My Heart Yearns Towards My Friends At Home! How My Heart Yearns Towards My Friends At Home!

How My Heart Yearns Towards My Friends At Home!
How my heart yearns towards my friends at home! Poor suffering souls, whose lives are like the trees, Bent, crushed, and broken in the storm of life! A whirlwind of existence seems to roam Through some poor hearts continually. These Have neither rest nor pause; one day is rife With tempest, and another dashed with gloom; And the few rays of light that might illume Their thorny path are drenched with tearful rain.... Poems - Post by : aletha - Date : September 2011 - Author : Charles Sangster - Read : 971

I Do Not Wonder That The Druids Built I Do Not Wonder That The Druids Built

I Do Not Wonder That The Druids Built
I do not wonder that the Druids built Their sacred altars in the sacred groves. Fit place to worship God. The native guilt Of our poor weak humanity behoves That we should set aside no little part Of the devotion of the yearning heart To rest and peace, as typical of that Sweet tranquil rest to which the good aspire. Calm thoughts are as the purifying fire That burns the useless dross from... Poems - Post by : hermo - Date : September 2011 - Author : Charles Sangster - Read : 3334

There Was A Time--and That Is All We Know! There Was A Time--and That Is All We Know!

There Was A Time--and That Is All We Know!
THERE WAS A TIME--and that is all we know! No record lives of their ensanguined deeds: The past seems palsied with some giant blow, And grows the more obscure on what it feeds. A rotted fragment of a human leaf; A few stray skulls; a heap of human bones! These are the records--the traditions brief-- 'Twere easier far to read the speechless stones. The fierce Ojibwas, with tornado force, Striking white terror to the... Poems - Post by : alanls - Date : September 2011 - Author : Charles Sangster - Read : 2252

My Footsteps Press Where, Centuries Ago My Footsteps Press Where, Centuries Ago

My Footsteps Press Where, Centuries Ago
My footsteps press where, centuries ago, The Red Men fought and conquered; lost and won. Whole tribes and races, gone like last year's snow, Have found the Eternal Hunting-Grounds, and run The fiery gauntlet of their active days, Till few are left to tell the mournful tale: And these inspire us with such wild amaze They seem like spectres passing down a vale Steeped in uncertain moonlight, on their way Towards some bourn where... Poems - Post by : ghuffman - Date : September 2011 - Author : Charles Sangster - Read : 2533

Last Night I Heard The Plaintive Whippoorwill Last Night I Heard The Plaintive Whippoorwill

Last Night I Heard The Plaintive Whippoorwill
Last night I heard the plaintive whippoorwill, And straightway Sorrow shot his swiftest dart. I know not why, but it has chilled my heart Like some dread thing of evil. All night long My nerves were shaken, and my pulse stood still, And waited for a terror yet to come To strike harsh discords through my life's sweet song. Sleep came--an incubus that filled the sum Of wretchedness with dreams so wild and chill... Poems - Post by : Best_Mate - Date : September 2011 - Author : Charles Sangster - Read : 2295

There Is No Sadness Here. Oh, That My Heart There Is No Sadness Here. Oh, That My Heart

There Is No Sadness Here. Oh, That My Heart
There is no sadness here. Oh, that my heart Were calm and peaceful as these dreamy groves! That all my hopes and passions, and deep loves, Could sit in such an atmosphere of peace, Where no unholy impulses would start Responsive to the throes that never cease To keep my spirit in such wild unrest. 'Tis only in the struggling human breast That the true sorrow lives. Our fruitful joys Have stony... Poems - Post by : commocheck - Date : September 2011 - Author : Charles Sangster - Read : 672

I've Almost Grown A Portion Of This Place I've Almost Grown A Portion Of This Place

I've Almost Grown A Portion Of This Place
I've almost grown a portion of this place, I seem familiar with each mossy stone; Even the nimble chipmunk passes on, And looks, but never scolds me. Birds have flown And almost touched my hand; and I can trace The wild bees to their hives. I've never known So sweet a pause from labour. But the tone Of a past sorrow, like a mournful rill Threading the heart of some melodious hill,... Poems - Post by : cmoos - Date : September 2011 - Author : Charles Sangster - Read : 1076

The Moon Shone Down On Fair Eliza's Face The Moon Shone Down On Fair Eliza's Face

The Moon Shone Down On Fair Eliza's Face
The moon shone down on fair Eliza's face, And made it beautiful. No fitter place Could she have chosen for her gracious smile; For as she sat there in the languid light, Methought I'd found a soul as free from guile As ever came from God. Oh, favored Night! Oh, mild, impassioned moon and starry spheres! To gaze upon her through the silent years Without rebuke. But I have looked within,... Poems - Post by : Khemal - Date : September 2011 - Author : Charles Sangster - Read : 3176

Oh, That I Were The Spirit Of These Wilds! Oh, That I Were The Spirit Of These Wilds!

Oh, That I Were The Spirit Of These Wilds!
Oh, that I were the spirit of these wilds! I'd make the zephyrs dance for my delight, And lead a life as happy as a child's. Echo should tremble with unfeigned affright, And mock its own weird answers. I would kiss Eliza's cheek, and touch her lips with dew Stol'n from the scented rose. And Carrie's laugh Should be a portion of the silver rills' Sweet music, breathed mellifluously through The hearts... Poems - Post by : jimzorn - Date : September 2011 - Author : Charles Sangster - Read : 2044

Poor Snail, That Toilest At My Weary Feet Poor Snail, That Toilest At My Weary Feet

Poor Snail, That Toilest At My Weary Feet
Poor snail, that toilest at my weary feet, Thou, too, must have thy burden! Life is sweet If we would make it so. How vast a load To carry all its days along the road Of its serene existence! Christian-like, It toils with patience, seeking sweet repose Within itself when wearied with the throes Of its life-struggle. The low sounds that strike Upon the ear in wafts of melody, Are... Poems - Post by : imwarrior - Date : September 2011 - Author : Charles Sangster - Read : 3466

Another Day Of Rest, And I Sit Here Another Day Of Rest, And I Sit Here

Another Day Of Rest, And I Sit Here
Another day of rest, and I sit here Among the trees, green mounds, and leaves as sere As my own blasted hopes. There was a time When Love and perfect Happiness did chime Like two sweet sounds upon this blessed day; But one has flown forever, far away From this poor Earth's unsatisfied desires To love eternal, and the sacred fires With which the other lighted up my mind Have faded out and... Poems - Post by : SEOmoz - Date : September 2011 - Author : Charles Sangster - Read : 1220

Above Where I Am Sitting, O'er These Stones Above Where I Am Sitting, O'er These Stones

Above Where I Am Sitting, O'er These Stones
Above where I am sitting, o'er these stones, The ocean waves once heaved their mighty forms; And vengeful tempests and appalling storms Wrung from the stricken sea portentous moans, That rent stupendous icebergs, whose huge heights Crashed down in fragments through the startled nights. Change, change, eternal change in all but God! Mysterious nature! thrice mysterious state Of body, soul, and spirit! Man is awed, But triumphs in his littleness. A mote,... Poems - Post by : iskender - Date : September 2011 - Author : Charles Sangster - Read : 600

Our Life Is Like A Forest, Where The Sun Our Life Is Like A Forest, Where The Sun

Our Life Is Like A Forest, Where The Sun
Our life is like a forest the sun Glints down upon us through the throbbing leaves; The full light rarely finds us. One by one, Deep rooted in our souls, there springeth up Dark groves of human passion, rich in gloom, At first no bigger than an acorn-cup. Hope threads the tangled labyrinth, but grieves Till all our sins have rotted in their tomb, And made the rich loam of each yearning heart... Poems - Post by : Jerret_L_Turner - Date : September 2011 - Author : Charles Sangster - Read : 1622

Through Every Sense A Sweet Balm Permeates Through Every Sense A Sweet Balm Permeates

Through Every Sense A Sweet Balm Permeates
Through every sense a sweet balm permeates, As music strikes new tones from every nerve. The soul of Feeling enters at the gates Of Intellect, and Fancy comes to serve With fitting homage the propitious guest. Nature, erewhile so lonely and oppressed, Stands like a stately Presence, and looks down As from a throne of power. I have grown Full twenty summers backwards, and my youth Is surging in upon me till my... Poems - Post by : redmachine76 - Date : September 2011 - Author : Charles Sangster - Read : 1077

Blest Spirit Of Calm That Dwellest In These Woods Blest Spirit Of Calm That Dwellest In These Woods

Blest Spirit Of Calm That Dwellest In These Woods
Blest Spirit of Calm that dwellest in these woods! Thou art a part of that serene repose That ofttimes lingers in the solitudes Of my lone heart, when the tumultuous throes Of some vast Grief have borne me to the earth. For I have fought with Sorrow face to face; Have tasted of the cup that brings to some A frantic madness and delirious mirth, But prayed and trusted for the light to come,... Poems - Post by : davidrle - Date : September 2011 - Author : Charles Sangster - Read : 570

The Birds Are Singing Merrily, And Here The Birds Are Singing Merrily, And Here

The Birds Are Singing Merrily, And Here
The birds are singing merrily, and here A squirrel claims the lordship of the woods, And scolds me for intruding. At my feet The tireless ants all silently proclaim The dignity of labour. In my ear The bee hums drowsily; from sweet to sweet Careering, like a lover weak in aim. I hear faint music in the solitudes; A dreamlike melody that whispers peace Imbues the calmy forest, and sweet rills... Poems - Post by : Ramventure - Date : September 2011 - Author : Charles Sangster - Read : 1650

Oh, Holy Sabbath Morn! Thrice Blessed Day Oh, Holy Sabbath Morn! Thrice Blessed Day

Oh, Holy Sabbath Morn! Thrice Blessed Day
Oh, holy sabbath morn! thrice blessed day Of solemn rest, true peace, and earnest prayer. How many hearts that never knelt to pray Are glad to breathe thy soul-sustaining air. I sit within the quiet woods, and hear The village church-bell's soft inviting sound, And to the confines of the loftiest sphere Imagination wings its airy round; A myriad spirits have assembled there, Whose prayers on earth a sweet acceptance found.... Poems - Post by : Dirk_Wagner - Date : September 2011 - Author : Charles Sangster - Read : 1140