Tired (Augusta Davies Webster Poems)
No not to-night, dear child; I cannot go; I'm busy, tired; they knew I should not come; you do not ...
No not to-night, dear child; I cannot go; I'm busy, tired; they knew I should not come; you do not ...
The Inammoration.ARGUMENT. O, DEUS, aut nullo caleat mihi Pectus ab Igne! Aut solo caleat Pectus ab Igne Tui! Languet ut ...
Plunged in night, I sit alone Eyeless on this dungeon stone, Naked, shaggy, and unkempt, Dreaming dreams no soul hath ...
(ll. 322-336) The other fiends who waged so fierce a war with Godlay wrapped in flames. They suffer torment, hot ...
ONCE more this Autumn-earth is ripe, Parturient of another type. While with the Past old nations merge His ...
My heritage! It is to live withinThe marts of Pleasure and of Gain, yet beNo willing worshiper at either shrine;To ...
[According to Maori mythology, the god Tiki created Man by taking apiece of clay and moistening it with his own ...
To the memory of Dr. J. McSimpson, a colored Author of Anti-Slavery Ballads. Written for the Zanesville, O., Courier.When Israel ...
Follow the pictured forms that Vandyck drew,One life-wide lesson thou mayst learn;Each happy gift, each perfect work and true,Thou to ...
In those two silent moments, when we standTo let the surging tide of memory fillThe mind's deep caverns with its ...
Sweet Love,-but oh! most dread Desire of LoveLife-thwarted. Linked in gyves I saw them stand,Love shackled with Vain-longing, hand to ...
O let me break my slavehood! Link by link I rend my gyves; not calmly, but with cries Of anguish, ...
EARTH loves to gibber o'er her dross, Her golden souls, to waste; The cup she fills for her god-men Is ...
In Ocean's wide domains, Half buried in the sands, Lie skeletons in chains, With shackled feet and hands. Beyond the ...
'Twas in the prime of summer-time An evening calm and cool, And four-and-twenty happy boys Came bounding out of school: ...
The blast from Freedom's Northern hills, upon its Southern way, Bears greeting to Virginia from Massachusetts Bay: No word of ...
(In memoriam C. T. W. Sometime trooper of the Royal Horse Guards obiit H.M. prison, Reading, Berkshire July 7, 1896) ...
It is full winter now: the trees are bare, Save where the cattle huddle from the cold Beneath the pine, ...
This English Thames is holier far than Rome, Those harebells like a sudden flush of sea Breaking across the woodland, ...
FROM off a hill whose concave womb reworded A plaintful story from a sistering vale, My spirits to attend this ...
To range, deep-wrapt, along a heavenly height, O'erseeing all that man but undersees; To loiter down lone alleys of delight, ...
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