John William Inchbold

(1830-1888 / England)

John William Inchbold Poems

41. Love Song 10/13/2010
42. Love Passing 10/13/2010
43. Love 10/13/2010
44. Life’s Words 10/13/2010
45. Life’s Glass 10/13/2010
46. Illusions Of Love 10/13/2010
47. Experience 10/13/2010
48. Early Spring 10/13/2010
49. Dedicatory 10/13/2010
50. Custom 10/13/2010
51. Beauty’s Power 10/13/2010
52. At Last 10/13/2010
53. Art 10/13/2010
54. A Stranger 10/13/2010
55. A Question 10/13/2010
Best Poem of John William Inchbold


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 ...

Read the full of Art

A Question

O wherefore write thy thoughts in careful measure?
It cannot be thine own voice gives thee joy,
In song is there an all-sufficient treasure,
Whose numbers leave no lingering alloy?
Take this my answer, Love, and then I cease;—
I sang that thou might'st read with loving mind,
That images of beauty might increase,
And treasure, still more treasure, haply find;—
But I have done—to thee the sea and sky,

[Hata Bildir]