For My Friend Mrs. R. (Mary Ann H T Bigelow Poems)
When writing to you, friend, a subject I'd findIn which there's both pleasure and profit combined,And though what I've chosen ...
When writing to you, friend, a subject I'd findIn which there's both pleasure and profit combined,And though what I've chosen ...
A WOMAN waits for me--she contains all, nothing is lacking,Yet all were lacking, if sex were lacking, or if the ...
Sweet wight be glad, pluck vp your sprites, Old Friendship is renewd:Milde Concord hath thrown down the broth, That Discord lately brewd.Fowle ...
Music is silenced, the dark descending slowlyHas stripped unending skies of all companions.Weariness grips your limbs and within the locked ...
Poor Esau repented too lateThat once he his birth-right despised;And sold, for a morsel of meat,What could not too highly ...
Pour ye a wail of the wildest E'er wrung from a worn heart and mind!Tears and entreaties the mildest Are blown like ...
'Tis my twentieth year: dim, now, youth stretches behind me; Breaking fresh at my feet, lies, like an ocean, the world. And ...
(Written in her thirteenth year.)Whene'er the muse pleases to grace my dull page,At the sight of reward , she flies ...
Ten paces round me solid earth stretches,Moving as I move through impalpable regionsOf space unbounded, unreal, untenanted,Or tenanted, if tenanted, ...
Who would believe that hard and arid stone,Which hath no principle of light nor heat,Doth in itself inactive fires secreteWith ...
My wrist has become so narrow, so slim;Your glance too heavy for it, I fear.As with a ribbon, you could ...
In bloom gemm'd depths, where Sylvan branches meetAbove dim paths, that thread a still retreat;Where light on tip-toe shy, steals ...
Stop, oh my friends, let us pause to weep over the remembrance of my beloved.Here was her abode on the ...
The sun is up, the hour has come for starting, O my steed! A moment wait till I pass my ...
BENEATH a father's roof two brethren dwelt,And each domestic comfort truly felt;What farther pleasure could their souls require?The happy sons ...
Once ye were happy, once by many a shore,Wherever Glooscap's gentle feet might stray,Lulled by his presence like a dream, ...
YOUR name with ev'ry pleasure here I place, The last effusions of my muse to grace. O charming Phillis! may ...
1 O TAKE my hand, Walt Whitman! Such gliding wonders! such sights and sounds! Such join'd unended links, each hook'd ...
1 BEAT! beat! drums!-Blow! bugles! blow! Through the windows-through doors-burst like a ruthless force, Into the solemn church, and scatter ...
A WOMAN waits for me-she contains all, nothing is lacking, Yet all were lacking, if sex were lacking, or if ...
Long lines of cliff breaking have left a chasm; And in the chasm are foam and yellow sands; Beyond, red ...
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