John William Inchbold

(1830-1888 / England)

John William Inchbold Poems

1. Youth 10/13/2010
2. With Love Dead 10/13/2010
3. Time 10/13/2010
4. The Wreck 10/13/2010
5. The Violets 10/13/2010
6. The Unknown 10/13/2010
7. The Swallows 10/13/2010
8. The Sigh 10/13/2010
9. The Recluse 10/13/2010
10. The Lonely Life 10/13/2010
11. The Furnace 10/13/2010
12. The Eastern Love Song 10/13/2010
13. The Afterglow 10/13/2010
14. The Abbey 10/13/2010
15. Stratford-On-Avon 10/13/2010
16. Sin 10/13/2010
17. Sans Peur 10/13/2010
18. Persecution 10/13/2010
19. Passing Brightness 10/13/2010
20. One Dead 10/13/2010
21. Of The Tribe Of Judah 10/13/2010
22. Night: 10/13/2010
23. Nature: 10/13/2010
24. My Love 10/13/2010
25. Memory 10/13/2010
26. Love’s Year 10/13/2010
27. Love’s Wisdom 10/13/2010
28. Love’s Winter 10/13/2010
29. Love’s Wealth 10/13/2010
30. Love’s Visions 10/13/2010
31. Love’s Season 10/13/2010
32. Love’s Revenge 10/13/2010
33. Love’s Return 10/13/2010
34. Love’s Look 10/13/2010
35. Love’s Light 10/13/2010
36. Love’s Joy 10/13/2010
37. Love’s Fearlessness 10/13/2010
38. Love’s Breath 10/13/2010
39. Love’s Autumn Buds 10/13/2010
40. Love’s Altar 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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At Last

The lone parched land still yearns for later rains,
The hopeless exile for a sight of home,
Those ever suffering ask a change of pains,—
The sea itself, when lashed to constant foam,
Seems pleading drearily for signs of peace:—
Ah constant grey that covers all the sky!
Ah cruel bitter winds that will not cease!
Ah tearful painful life, that cannot die!
Since flushed and fancy-nursed with hope and fear,

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