My Last Dance (Julia Ward Howe Poem)
The shell of objects inwardly consumed Will stand, till some convulsive wind awakes; Such sense hath Fire to waste the ...
The shell of objects inwardly consumed Will stand, till some convulsive wind awakes; Such sense hath Fire to waste the ...
It was the pleasant season yet, When the stones at cottage doors Dry quickly, while the roads are wet, After ...
I "Percussus sum sicut foenum, et aruit cor meum." - Ps. ci Wintertime nighs; But my bereavement-pain It cannot bring ...
Ye distant spires, ye antique towers, That crown the watery glade, Where grateful Science still adores Her Henry's holy shade; ...
In an ocean, 'way out yonder, (As all sapient people know) Is the land of Wonder-Wander, Whither children love to ...
At Madge, ye hoyden, gossips scofft, Ffor that a romping wench was shee-- "Now marke this rede," they bade her ...
'Tis a dull sight To see the year dying, When winter winds Set the yellow wood sighing: Sighing, oh! sighing. ...
TIS a dull sight To see the year dying, When winter winds Set the yellow wood sighing: Sighing, O sighing! ...
The more we live, more brief appear Our life's succeeding stages; A day to childhood seems a year, And years ...
Hast thou a charm to stay the morning-star In his steep course? So long he seems to pause On thy ...
JOCKEY'S taen the parting kiss, O'er the mountains he is gane, And with him is a' my bliss, Nought but ...
NOW westlin winds and slaught'ring guns Bring Autumn's pleasant weather; The moorcock springs on whirring wings Amang the blooming heather: ...
BUT lately seen in gladsome green, The woods rejoic'd the day, Thro' gentle showers, the laughing flowers In double pride ...
Where hast thou been since round the walls of Troy The sons of God fought in that great emprise? Why ...
God, what a joy it is to plant a tree, And from the sallow earth to watch it rise, Lifting ...
Sweet, harmless lives! (on whose holy leisure Waits innocence and pleasure), Whose leaders to those pastures, and clear springs, Were ...
AND has my darling told a lie? Did she forget that GOD was by? That GOD, who saw the things ...
Sweet is the dew that falls betimes, And drops upon the leafy limes; Sweet Hermon's fragrant air: Sweet is the ...
I O THOU, that sit'st upon a throne, With harp of high majestic tone, To praise the King of kings; ...
THe weary yeare his race now hauing run, The new begins his compast course anew: with shew of morning mylde ...
I Where the wings of a sunny Dome expand I saw a Banner in gladsome air- Starry, like Berenice's Hair- ...
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