An Invitation into the country [in imitation of Horace] (Jane Turell Poems)
FROM the soft shades, and from the balmy sweetsOf Medford's flowery vales, and green retreats,Your absent Delia to her father ...
FROM the soft shades, and from the balmy sweetsOf Medford's flowery vales, and green retreats,Your absent Delia to her father ...
The night John Henry is bornan ax of lightning splits the sky,and a hammer of thunder pounds the earth,and the ...
Oh, youthful bearer of my palanquin, Thy glossy hair lies loosened on thy neck,The "tears of labour" gem thy velvet skin, Whose ...
If there are men who contain a soul without frontiers,a brow scattered with universal hair,covered with horizons, ships, and mountain ...
The HumiliationThe Summary of the Poem.Theophila, or Divine Love, ascends to her Belov'd by three Degrees. By Humilitie, by Zeal, ...
. Fast, in its prison-walls of earth, Awaits the mould of baked clay. Up, comrades, up, and aid the ...
IN seventy five the Critick of our yearsCommenc'd our war with Phillip and his peers.Whither the sun in Leo had ...
But now Sabrina's guilty fire returns, Her bosom with the raging passion burns: She with a female tenderness relents, And ...
Ye in the age gone by,Who ruled the world—a world how lovely then!—And guided still the steps of happy men ...
Lilacs, False blue, White, Purple, Color of lilac, Your great puffs of flowers Are everywhere in this my New England. ...
The idiot greens the meadow with his eyes,The meadow creeps implacable and still;A dog barks, the hammock swings, he lies.One ...
I.Upon a rock I sat—a mountain-side,Far, far forsaken of the old sea's lip;A rock where ancient waters' rise and dip,Recoil ...
He came into the bird-shop where I stood -- A hulking giant, monumental, grim,A paragon of muscular manhood. "What is ...
I Sing the Man that never Equal knew, Whose Mighty Arms all Asia did subdue, Whose Conquests through the spacious ...
O SORROW! Why dost borrow The natural hue of health, from vermeil lips?-- To give maiden blushes To the white ...
Muse of my native land! loftiest Muse! O first-born on the mountains! by the hues Of heaven on the spiritual ...
A quay with vessels moored Thomas To India! Yea, here I may take ship; From here the courses go over ...
A little Indian temple in the Golden Age. Around it a garden; around that the forest. Anashuya, the young priestess, ...
Ye in the age gone by, Who ruled the world--a world how lovely then!-- And guided still the steps of ...
Fast, in its prison-walls of earth, Awaits the mould of baked clay. Up, comrades, up, and aid the birth The ...
The seafarers tell of the Eastern Isle of Bliss, It is lost in a wilderness of misty sea waves. But ...
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