Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SILENT PRAISE, by CHARLES TENNYSON TURNER Poet's Biography First Line: O thou, who givest to the woodland wren Last Line: Hath breathed abroad those folds of silent praise! Subject(s): Worship | ||||||||
O Thou, Who givest to the woodland wren A throat, like to a little light-set door, That opens to his early joy - to men The spirit of true worship, which is more Than all this sylvan rapture: what a world Is Thine, O Lord! - skies, earth, men, beasts, and birds! The poet and the painter have unfurled Their love and wonder in descriptive words, Or sprightly hues - each, after his own sort, Emptying his heart of its delicious hoards; But all self-conscious blazonry comes short Of that still sense no active mood affords, Ere yet the brush is dipt, or uttered phrase Hath breathed abroad those folds of silent praise! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...COMPANIONSHIP by MALTBIE DAVENPORT BABCOCK FOR I WILL CONSIDER YOUR DOG MOLLY by DAVID LEHMAN RUSSIAN CATHEDRAL by CLAUDE MCKAY LITTLE WHITE CHURCH by MARILYN NELSON A STEEPLE ON THE HOUSE by ROBERT FROST MATE (1) by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON ANSWER TO PRAYER by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON THE TEN COMMANDMENTS by GEORGE SANTAYANA HER FIRST-BORN by CHARLES TENNYSON TURNER |
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