Poems with rhymes of hand

Looks from this frame. A master's hand
Has set the master player here,
In the fair temple that he planned

And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand-

Beneath the touch of Time's unerring hand,
Like priceless treasures sinking in the sand.

And snapped a faggot-band;
He plied his work;--and Lucy took
The lantern in her hand.

"Kill him! Kill the umpire!" shouted some one on the stand;
And it's likely they'd have killed him had not Casey raised his hand.

Are clenched like a hand,
Like girls at their first communion
The pear trees stand.

Golden is the sand.
It flows along for ever,
With trees on either hand.

Hand reaching out to hand,
They began to build our land.

We stole and plucked him by the hand,
Because we loved him with the love
That knows but cannot understand.

The heir of his house, and his daughter's hand,
When he had built and launched from land

In a rich and fruitful land.
Babes reduced to misery.
Fed with cold and usurous hand?

Man dies too soon, beside his works half-planned.
His days are counted and reprieve is vain:
Who shall entreat with Death to stay his hand;

North and south alike, each land
Rests within His gentle hand.

I hunted all the Sand—
I caught the Dripping of a Rock
And bore it in my Hand—

If only one poor gleaner, weak of hand,
Shall pick a scanty sheaf where I have sown?
"Nay, for of thee the Master doth demand

And brought before my eyes twin trumpeters stand,
Heralds of splendor, one at either hand,

In a field by the river my love and I did stand,
And on my leaning shoulder she laid her snow-white hand.

Was in an Archer’s hand
From the leal Northern land.

Passing for ever, he fares; and on either hand,
Deep in the gardens golden pavilions hide,
Nestle in orchard bloom, and far on the level land

Awhile we did stand,
Suddenly starting,
There fell on my hand