Columbus (Lydia Howard Huntley Sigourney Poems)
ST. STEPHEN'S cloistered hall was proudIn learning's pomp that day,For there a robed and stately crowdPressed on in long array.A ...
ST. STEPHEN'S cloistered hall was proudIn learning's pomp that day,For there a robed and stately crowdPressed on in long array.A ...
I pray to stars and to grass.To the sacred bubbling of a living spring.I pray this evening for everyone, -for ...
Inquisition of mountain peaksIs nothing when the desert speaksWith winds of fury sweeping homeThe points debated by the loam. (Norman ...
In boundless mercy, the Redeemer left,The bosom of his Father, and assumedA servant's form, though he had reigned a king,In ...
The Restauration.ARGUMENT. Laetior una Dies, JESU, tua Sacra Canenti; Qu?m sine Te, melicis Secula mille Lyris. Ut paveam Scelus omne, ...
The leaves dance, the leaves sing,The leaves dance in the breath of the Spring.I bid them dance,I bid them sing,For ...
At Flores in the Azores Sir Richard Grenville lay,And a pinnace, like a fluttered bird, came flying from far away:'Spanish ...
He lifted up his pleading eyes, And scanned each cruel face, Where cold and brutal cowardice Had left its evil ...
A Pantomime of BeadsEarth VoiceISsheThoughtless of life,A lover of imminent death,Nun SnowTouching her strings of white beads?Is it her unseen ...
DEAR BOB, you tell me I must write to you,And write in verse a pleasant recreation;But, O, the pen that ...
About suffering, about adoration, the old masters Disagree. When someone suffers, no one else eats Or walks or opens the ...
Thou hast nor youth nor age But as it were an after dinner sleep Dreaming of both. HERE I am, ...
I turn around on the gravel and go back to the house for a book, something to read at the ...
Karshish, the picker-up of learning's crumbs, The not-incurious in God's handiwork (This man's-flesh he hath admirably made, Blown like a ...
The crowd at the ball game is moved uniformly by a spirit of uselessness which delights them- all the exciting ...
At Flores in the Azores Sir Richard Grenville lay, And a pinnace, like a fluttered bird, came flying from far ...
A pair of blackbirds warring in the roses, one or two poppies losing their heads, the trampled lawn a battlefield ...
to Robert Hass and in memory of Elliot Gilbert Slow dulcimer, gavotte and bow, in autumn, Bashõ and his friends ...
In fourteen hundred and ninety-two, Someone sailed the ocean blue. Somebody borrowed the fare in Spain For a business trip ...
So spake the Son of God; and Satan stood A while as mute, confounded what to say, What to reply, ...
Some people find out they are Jews. They can't believe it. Thy had always hated Jews. As children they had ...
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