James Brunton Stephens

(17 June 1835 – 29 June 1902 / Borrowstounness, on the Firth of Forth, Scotland;)

James Brunton Stephens Poems

1. Nonsuited 3/3/2010
2. Not Understood 1/4/2003
3. My Chinee Cook 3/3/2010
4. My Other Chinee Cook 3/3/2010
5. Opening Hymn 3/3/2010
6. The Boy Crusader 3/3/2010
7. The Chamber Of Faith 3/3/2010
8. Psalm Xc 3/3/2010
9. The Angel Of The Doves 3/3/2010
10. Mute Discourse 3/3/2010
11. Once More 3/3/2010
12. Stanzas For Music 3/3/2010
13. Song From “fayette'' 3/3/2010
14. Progress In The Pacific 3/3/2010
15. Part Second 3/3/2010
16. To A Black Gin 3/3/2010
17. Quart Pot Creek 3/3/2010
18. On A Fork Of Byron's 3/3/2010
19. The Gentle Anarchist 3/3/2010
20. Marsupial Bill: Part Second. 4/16/2010
21. Spirit And Star 3/3/2010
22. Stabat Mater 3/3/2010
23. The Courtship Of The Future 3/3/2010
24. Hate 5/6/2011
25. Off The Track 3/3/2010
26. The Squatter's Baccy Famine 3/3/2010
27. The Dominion 3/3/2010
28. The Story Of A Soul 3/3/2010
29. The Goths In Campania (Placidia, In The Tent Of Adolphus.) 3/3/2010
30. The Turn Of The Road 4/16/2010
31. The Power Of Science 3/3/2010
32. The Headless Trooper 3/3/2010
33. The Great Pig Story Of The Tweed 3/3/2010
34. New Chum And Old Monarch 3/3/2010
35. The Midnight Axe 3/3/2010
36. The Famine In Ireland 3/3/2010
37. The Dominion Of Australia 3/3/2010
38. Day 1/4/2003
39. Johnsonian Address 3/3/2010
40. Drought And Doctrine 3/3/2010
Best Poem of James Brunton Stephens

Night

Hark how the tremulous night-wind is passing in joy-laden sighs;
Soft through my window it comes, like the fanning of pinions angelic,
   Whispering to cease from myself, and look out on the infinite skies.

Out on the orb-studded night, and the crescent effulgence of Dian;
   Out on the far-gleaming star-dust that marks where the angels have trod;
Out on the gem-pointed Cross, and the glittering pomp of Orion,
   Flaming in measureless azure, the coronal jewels of God;

Luminous streams of delight in the silent ...

Read the full of Night

Spirit Of Song

Where is thy dwelling-place? Echo of sweetness,
   Seraph of tenderness, where is thy home?
Angel of happiness, herald of fleetness,
   Thou hast the key of the star-blazon'd dome.
   Where lays that never end
   Up to God's throne ascend,
And our fond heart-wishes lovingly throng,
   Soaring with thee above,
   Bearer of truth and love,

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