James Brunton Stephens

(17 June 1835 – 29 June 1902 / Borrowstounness, on the Firth of Forth, Scotland;)

James Brunton Stephens Poems

1. Nonsuited 3/3/2010
2. Not Understood 1/4/2003
3. My Chinee Cook 3/3/2010
4. My Other Chinee Cook 3/3/2010
5. Opening Hymn 3/3/2010
6. The Boy Crusader 3/3/2010
7. The Chamber Of Faith 3/3/2010
8. Psalm Xc 3/3/2010
9. The Angel Of The Doves 3/3/2010
10. Mute Discourse 3/3/2010
11. Once More 3/3/2010
12. Stanzas For Music 3/3/2010
13. Song From “fayette'' 3/3/2010
14. Progress In The Pacific 3/3/2010
15. Part Second 3/3/2010
16. To A Black Gin 3/3/2010
17. Quart Pot Creek 3/3/2010
18. On A Fork Of Byron's 3/3/2010
19. The Gentle Anarchist 3/3/2010
20. Marsupial Bill: Part Second. 4/16/2010
21. Spirit And Star 3/3/2010
22. Stabat Mater 3/3/2010
23. The Courtship Of The Future 3/3/2010
24. Hate 5/6/2011
25. Off The Track 3/3/2010
26. The Squatter's Baccy Famine 3/3/2010
27. The Dominion 3/3/2010
28. The Story Of A Soul 3/3/2010
29. The Goths In Campania (Placidia, In The Tent Of Adolphus.) 3/3/2010
30. The Turn Of The Road 4/16/2010
31. The Power Of Science 3/3/2010
32. The Headless Trooper 3/3/2010
33. The Great Pig Story Of The Tweed 3/3/2010
34. New Chum And Old Monarch 3/3/2010
35. The Midnight Axe 3/3/2010
36. The Famine In Ireland 3/3/2010
37. The Dominion Of Australia 3/3/2010
38. Day 1/4/2003
39. Johnsonian Address 3/3/2010
40. Drought And Doctrine 3/3/2010
Best Poem of James Brunton Stephens

Night

Hark how the tremulous night-wind is passing in joy-laden sighs;
Soft through my window it comes, like the fanning of pinions angelic,
   Whispering to cease from myself, and look out on the infinite skies.

Out on the orb-studded night, and the crescent effulgence of Dian;
   Out on the far-gleaming star-dust that marks where the angels have trod;
Out on the gem-pointed Cross, and the glittering pomp of Orion,
   Flaming in measureless azure, the coronal jewels of God;

Luminous streams of delight in the silent ...

Read the full of Night

The Dark Companion

There is an orb that mocked the lore of sages
   Long time with mystery of strange unrest;
The steadfast law that rounds the starry ages
   Gave doubtful token of supreme behest.

But they who knew the ways of God unchanging,
   Concluded some far influence unseen --
Some kindred sphere through viewless ethers ranging,
   Whose strong persuasions spanned the void between.

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