A Soldier’s Mother (Annie Adams Fields Poems)
M. L. P.Her words the hope of nations crown,And stir brave ...
M. L. P.Her words the hope of nations crown,And stir brave ...
"BROWN earth-line meets gray heaven, And all the land looks sad; But Love 's the little leaven That ...
(Deserters) There is a world outside the one you know, To which for curiousness 'Ell can't compare-- It is the ...
ENDYMION. A Poetic Romance. "THE STRETCHED METRE OF AN AN ANTIQUE SONG." INSCRIBED TO THE MEMORY OF THOMAS CHATTERTON. Book ...
Not in rich furniture, or fine array, Nor in a wedge of gold, Thou, who from me wast sold, To ...
name meaning thread weaver or duck (these may be guesses from obscurity) ten-year faithful wife whilst her husband was gallivanting ...
SHE will not sleep, for fear of dreams, But, rising, quits her restless bed, And walks where some beclouded beams ...
I. The morn when first it thunders in March, The eel in the pond gives a leap, they say: As ...
I. Let them fight it out, friend! things have gone too far. God must judge the couple: leave them as ...
TO the leaven'd soil they trod, calling, I sing, for the last; (Not cities, nor man alone, nor war, nor ...
Now, scarce three paces measured from the mound, We stumbled on a stationary voice, And 'Stand, who goes?' 'Two from ...
'There sinks the nebulous star we call the Sun, If that hypothesis of theirs be sound' Said Ida; 'let us ...
For a Man is to be looked upon in that which he excells as on a prospect. For there be ...
A baby shines as bright If winter or if May be On eyes that keep in sight A baby. Though ...
Fire and wild light of hope and doubt and fear, Wind of swift change, and clouds and hours that veer ...
eipate toi basilei, xamai pese daidalos aula. ouketi PHoibos exei kaluban, ou mantida daphnen, ou pagan laleousan . apesbeto kai ...
Unpenitent, I grieve to state, Two good men stood by heaven's gate, Saint Peter coming to await. The stopped the ...
But, learning now that they would have her speak, She threw her wet hair backward from her brow, Her hand ...
From cold Norse caves or buccaneer Southern seas Oft come repenting tempests here to die; Bewailing old-time wrecks and robberies, ...
To-day the woods are trembling through and through With shimmering forms, that flash before my view, Then melt in green ...
Swift, through some trap mine eyes have never found, Dim-panelled in the painted scene of Sleep, Thou, giant Harlequin of ...
© 2020 Inspirational Stories