The Christening (John Jay Chapman Poems)
THE evening wore on with the Judge in the chairWhile song after song sought the rafter;We crowned him with holly ...
THE evening wore on with the Judge in the chairWhile song after song sought the rafter;We crowned him with holly ...
IThis is a schoolyardcrowdedwith childrenof all ages near a villageon a small streammeandering bywhere some boysare swimmingbare-assor climbing a tree ...
It is made of finest linen-Sheer as wasp-wings;It is made with a flowing panelDown the front,All overrun with fagot-stitched bow-knotsHolding ...
THE CONVERT.Some to our Hero have a hero's nameDenied, because no father's he could claim;Nor could his mother with precision ...
. Fast, in its prison-walls of earth, Awaits the mould of baked clay. Up, comrades, up, and aid the ...
In Arthur's court Tom Thumb did live, A man of mickle might ;The best of all the table round, ...
Scene I.The great Hall of Wynhavod House. The walls hung with old portraits, arms, trophies of the chase, and a ...
The ringing bells and the booming cannon Proclaimed on a summer morn That in the good king's royal ...
A dove flew with an Olive Branch; It crossed the sea and reached the shore, And on a ship about ...
Considera girl who keeps slipping off,arms limp as old carrots,into the hypnotist's trance,into a spirit worldspeaking with the gift of ...
Oh, thou who dost these pointers see,And hears't the chiming hour,Say, do I tell the time to thee,And tell thee ...
On winter nights beside the nursery fire We read the fairy tale, while glowing coals Builded its pictures. There before ...
When the hamlet hailed a birth Judy used to cry: When she heard our christening mirth She would kneel and ...
Sent off to boarding school at twelve, with a pair of oxfords, a pair of patents, my sterling silver christening ...
FY, let us a' to Kirkcudbright, For there will be bickerin' there; For Murray's light horse are to muster, And ...
WHA will buy my troggin, fine election ware, Broken trade o' Broughton, a' in high repair? Chorus.-Buy braw troggin frae ...
Fast, in its prison-walls of earth, Awaits the mould of baked clay. Up, comrades, up, and aid the birth The ...
Consider a girl who keeps slipping off, arms limp as old carrots, into the hypnotist's trance, into a spirit world ...
Mother, mother, what ill-bred aunt Or what disfigured and unsightly Cousin did you so unwisely keep Unasked to my christening, ...
Were you not ashamed, fellow citizens, When my estate was probated and everyone knew How small a fortune I left?-- ...
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