Harvest

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1. Harvest Hymn Mens Voices: LORD of the lotus, lord of the harvest, Bright and munificent lord of the morn! Thine is the […]...
2. Harvest Song I am a reaper whose muscles set at sundown. All my oats are cradled. But I am too chilled, and […]...
3. A Carol of Harvest, for 1867 1 A SONG of the good green grass! A song no more of the city streets; A song of farms-a […]...
4. The Harvest Sun on the mountain, Shade in the valley, Ripple and lightness Leaping along the world, Sun, like a gold sword […]...
5. Sonnet XIII: Phoebus Was Judge Phoebus was judge between Jove, Mars, and Love, Of those three gods, whose arms the fairest were: Jove’s golden shield […]...
6. The Harvest Of The Sea The earth grows white with harvest; all day long The sickles gleam, until the darkness weaves Her web of silence […]...
7. The Wish to be Generous ALL that I serve will die, all my delights, The flesh kindled from my flesh, garden and field, The silent […]...
8. The Harvest Moon The flame-red moon, the harvest moon, Rolls along the hills, gently bouncing, A vast balloon, Till it takes off, and […]...
9. Harvest Sunset RED gold of pools, Sunset furrows six o’clock, And the farmer done in the fields And the cows in the […]...
10. Hurrahing In Harvest Summer ends now; now, barbarous in beauty, the stooks arise Around; up above, what wind-walks! what lovely behaviour Of silk-sack […]...
11. The Christian Honor and happiness unite To make the Christian’s name a praise; How fair the scene, how clear the light, That […]...
12. Change Change Said the sun to the moon, You cannot stay. Change Says the moon to the waters, All is flowing. […]...
13. The Harvest Bow As you plaited the harvest bow You implicated the mellowed silence in you In wheat that does not rust But […]...
14. Avon's Harvest Fear, like a living fire that only death Might one day cool, had now in Avon’s eyes Been witness for […]...
15. Springfield Magical In this, the City of my Discontent, Sometimes there comes a whisper from the grass, “Romance, Romance – is here. […]...
16. In Memory of a Child I The angels guide him now, And watch his curly head, And lead him in their games, The little boy […]...
17. The Triumph Of Achilles In the story of Patroclus No one survives, not even Achilles Who was nearly a god. Patroclus resembled him; they […]...
18. Hymn 63 Christ’s humiliation and exaltation. Rev. 5:12. What equal honors shall we bring To thee, O Lord our God, the Lamb, […]...
19. The Little Orphan The crowded street his playground is, a patch of blue his sky; A puddle in a vacant lot his sea […]...
20. Brass Keys JOY… weaving two violet petals for a coat lapel… painting on a slab of night sky a Christ face… slipping […]...
21. National Monuments Count not the cost of honour to the dead! The tribute that a mighty nation pays To those who loved […]...
22. Medallion THE BRASS medallion profile of your face I keep always. It is not jingling with loose change in my pockets. […]...
23. Psalm 34 part 1 God’s care of the saints; or, Deliverance by prayer. Lord, I will bless thee all my days, Thy praise shall […]...
24. Stars (For the Rev. James J. Daly, S. J.) Bright stars, yellow stars, flashing through the air, Are you errant strands […]...
25. Under the Harvest Moon Under the harvest moon, When the soft silver Drips shimmering Over the garden nights, Death, the gray mocker, Comes and […]...
26. No Foe Shall Gather Our Harvest Sons of the mountains of Scotland, Welshmen of coomb and defile, Breed of the moors of England, Children of Erin’s […]...
27. The Summer Day Who made the world? Who made the swan, and the black bear? Who made the grasshopper? This grasshopper, I mean […]...
28. Exeunt Piecemeal the summer dies; At the field’s edge a daisy lives alone; A last shawl of burning lies On a […]...
29. The Hock-cart, or Harvest Home To the Right Honourable Mildmay, Earl of Westmoreland Come, sons of summer, by whose toil We are the lords of […]...
30. The Seed-At-Zero The seed-at-zero shall not storm That town of ghosts, the trodden womb, With her rampart to his tapping, No god-in-hero […]...
31. To the Grasshopper and the Cricket Green little vaulter in the sunny grass, Catching your heart up at the feel of June, Sole voice that’s heard […]...
32. On A Drop Of Dew See how the Orient Dew, Shed from the Bosom of the Morn Into the blowing Roses, Yet careless of its […]...
33. Hymn 107 The fall and recovery of man; or, Christ and Satan at enmity. Gen. 3:1,15,17; Gal. 4:4; Col. 2:15. Deceived by […]...
34. My prayers must meet a brazen heaven My prayers must meet a brazen heaven And fail and scatter all away. Unclean and seeming unforgiven My prayers I […]...
35. Tawny THESE are the tawny days: your face comes back. The grapes take on purple: the sunsets redden early on the […]...
36. Come From The Daisied Meadows HOME from the daisied meadows, where you linger yet – Home, golden-headed playmate, ere the sun is set; For the […]...
37. In The Poppy Field Mad Patsy said, he said to me, That every morning he could see An angel walking on the sky; Across […]...
38. Shiloh A Requiem Skimming lightly, wheeling still, The swallows fly low Over the fields in cloudy days, The forest-field of Shiloh […]...
39. Back Home Thoughts, go your way home. Embrace, depths of the soul and the sea. In my view, it is stupid To […]...
40. Memoranda THIS handful of grass, brown, says little. This quarter mile field of it, waving seeds ripening in the sun, is […]...