John William Inchbold

(1830-1888 / England)

John William Inchbold Poems

1. Art 10/13/2010
2. At Last 10/13/2010
3. Beauty’s Power 10/13/2010
4. Custom 10/13/2010
5. Dedicatory 10/13/2010
6. Early Spring 10/13/2010
7. Experience 10/13/2010
8. Illusions Of Love 10/13/2010
9. Life’s Glass 10/13/2010
10. Life’s Words 10/13/2010
11. Love 10/13/2010
12. Love Passing 10/13/2010
13. Love Song 10/13/2010
14. Love’s Altar 10/13/2010
15. Love’s Autumn Buds 10/13/2010
16. Love’s Breath 10/13/2010
17. Love’s Fearlessness 10/13/2010
18. Love’s Joy 10/13/2010
19. Love’s Light 10/13/2010
20. Love’s Look 10/13/2010
21. Love’s Return 10/13/2010
22. Love’s Revenge 10/13/2010
23. Love’s Season 10/13/2010
24. Love’s Visions 10/13/2010
25. Love’s Wealth 10/13/2010
26. Love’s Winter 10/13/2010
27. Love’s Wisdom 10/13/2010
28. Love’s Year 10/13/2010
29. Memory 10/13/2010
30. My Love 10/13/2010
31. Nature: 10/13/2010
32. Night: 10/13/2010
33. Of The Tribe Of Judah 10/13/2010
34. One Dead 10/13/2010
35. Passing Brightness 10/13/2010
36. Persecution 10/13/2010
37. Sans Peur 10/13/2010
38. Sin 10/13/2010
39. Stratford-On-Avon 10/13/2010
40. The Abbey 10/13/2010
Best Poem of John William Inchbold

Art

Mysterious force, as beautiful as strange,
And pure with beauty and with mystery,
Queen of the world in wide extent of range,
Through every motion of the sky and sea,
And the sweet mother of all joy, our Earth
Whether in moment of her snowy rest,
Or autumn eve, or summer noon, or birth
Of spring time o'er an Alpine mountain's crest,
To touch thy robe is life, but to receive
Thy touch of fiery lip, then pierce with eye
Made clear and strong, and afterwards to weave
With all our heart, fair forms that cannot die:—
This bliss supreme being ours, thine own free ...

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Art

Mysterious force, as beautiful as strange,
And pure with beauty and with mystery,
Queen of the world in wide extent of range,
Through every motion of the sky and sea,
And the sweet mother of all joy, our Earth
Whether in moment of her snowy rest,
Or autumn eve, or summer noon, or birth
Of spring time o'er an Alpine mountain's crest,
To touch thy robe is life, but to receive

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