An Appeal For Thomas Eliot: The Shoemaker Poet (Janet Hamilton Poems)
"Poor Tom's a-cold!" Upon his shrinking headThe pelting storm beats pitiless! On bedOf languishing, disease, and cureless painHe lies, surrounded ...
"Poor Tom's a-cold!" Upon his shrinking headThe pelting storm beats pitiless! On bedOf languishing, disease, and cureless painHe lies, surrounded ...
Frien' Tammie, I thocht that I coudna dae betterThan rhyme a bit scrift in reply to yer letter,Sae I juist ...
I never shall love the snow againSince Maurice died:With corniced drift it blocked the lane,And sheeted in a desolate plainThe ...
Melodious Arethusa, o'er my verseShed thou once more the spirit of thy stream:Who denies verse to Gallus? So, when thouGlidest ...
I. The Gothic looks solemn, The plain Doric columnSupports an old Bishop and Crosier; The mouldering arch, Shaded o'er by a larchStands next door ...
In Doric Hall, Massachusetts State HouseDear witnesses, all-luminous, eloquent,Stacked thickly on the tessellated floor!The soldier-blood stirs in me, as of ...
In that soft season, when descending show'rsCall forth the greens, and wake the rising flow'rs;When op'ning buds salute the welcome ...
Heroes of elder days! untaught to yield,Who bled for Spain on many an ancient field;Ye, that around the oaken cross ...
Oh! hideous fiend, of form uncouth, With jaundic'd eye, and canker'd tooth, Fell Envy, why dost thou profane The labours ...
Bold is the Muse to leave her humble Cell, And sing to thee, who know'st to sing so well: Thee! ...
Because thou wast most delicate, A woman fair for men to see, The earth did compass thy estate, Thou didst ...
I.THOU com'st, in beauty, on my gaze at last,"On Susquehannah's side, fair Wyoming!"Image of many a dream, in hours long ...
JUST where the Treasury's marble front Looks over Wall Street's mingled nations; Where Jews and Gentiles most are wont ...
SWEET daughter of a rough and stormy fire,Hoar Winter's blooming child; delightful Spring! Whose unshorn locks with leaves ...
Angelic theme of ancient lays! By Doric hills, Athenian vales, The nations bound thy brows with bays And ...
Whence, O ye clouds! and whither do ye rove,Borne on Aeolian wings through fields aboveOf heaven's wide cerulean waste? Where ...
Well then; the promis'd hour is come at last; The present age of wit obscures the past: Strong were our ...
I I saw a staring virgin stand Where holy Dionysus died, And tear the heart out of his side. And ...
1 Ye heavenly spirits, whose ashy cinders lie Under deep ruins, with huge walls opprest, But not your praise, the ...
Of Man's first disobedience, and the fruit Of that forbidden tree whose mortal taste Brought death into the World, and ...
In this Monody the author bewails a learned Friend, unfortunately drowned in his passage from Chester on the Irish Seas, ...
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