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- The Lord Is Risen Indeed. Poet: Thomas Blackburn. Awake, thou wintry earth, Fling off thy sadness; Fair vernal flowers, laugh forth. Your ancient gladness: Christ is risen.
- At Easter-Tide. Poet: E. A. Lehman. In the beauty of the lilies, o'er the dews of early morn, Comes the risen Master buoyant on earth's first glad Easter dawn;
- Celebrate And Rejoice. Poet: Catherine Pulsifer. Easter is a time we celebrate and rejoice, We can not forget Jesus had no choice. He shed his blood on the cross,
- The Day Of Jesus Christ. Poet: George Herbert. Rise, heart; thy Lord is risen. Sing His praise. Without delays, Who takes thee by the hand, that thou likewise.
Loveliest of trees, the cherry now. Is hung with bloom along the bough, And stands about the woodland ride. Wearing white for Eastertide. Now, of my threescore years and ten, Twenty will not come again, And take from seventy springs a score, It only leaves me fifty more. And since to look at things in bloom.
Loveliest of trees, the cherry now. Is hung with bloom along the bough, And stands about the woodland ride. Wearing white for Eastertide. Now, of my threescore years and ten, Twenty will not come again, And take from seventy springs a score, It only leaves me fifty more. And since to look at things in bloom.
Sep 16, 2016 · The poem’s setting of Easter time (‘Eastertide’) reminds us of the springtime when the cherry comes into blossom, but the whiteness of the cherry trees (wearing white at Easter is a Christian tradition; here nature seems to have adopted the custom) also suggests purity, fresh beginnings, and rebirth, things associated with springtime (and ...
Powered by LitCharts content and AI. Learn More. "Loveliest of Trees" is a poem by the British writer A. E. Housman, published in his popular first collection A Shropshire Lad (1896). The poem reflects on the fleeting beauty of nature as well as human mortality. The poem's speaker, a young man of 20, estimates that he's got only 50 more years ...
Apr 24, 2019 · By groping round my comfortless, than blind. Eyes in their dark can day or thirst can find. Thirst’s all-in-all in all a world of wet. Soul, self; come, poor Jackself, I do advise. You, jaded, let be; call off thoughts awhile. Elsewhere; leave comfort root-room; let joy size.
Apr 4, 2023 · by Joyce Kilmer. The air is like a butterfly. With frail blue wings. The happy earth looks at the sky. And sings. “Easter”. by Marie Howe. Two of the fingers on his right hand. had been broken.
