A Postscript unto the Reader (Michael Wigglesworth Poems)
And now good Reader, I return againTo talk with thee, who hast been at the painTo read throughout, and heed ...
And now good Reader, I return againTo talk with thee, who hast been at the painTo read throughout, and heed ...
Hate, born of Wrath and mother red of Crime, In Hell was whelped ere the hot hands of time, Artificer of God, ...
Earth regained,And lone sea--shore where the great waves come inFrothed like a horse put to his heart--burst speed,Sobbing up--hill, note ...
I HAD a vision at that mystic hour,When in the ebon garden of the Night,Blooms the Cimmerian flowerOf doubt and ...
Count not the ripples upon life's stream, our days;Nor eddying errors as a change misdeemOf current; mark thou wiselier, the ...
The clouds that wrap the setting sun When Autumn's softest gleams are ending,Where all bright hues together run In sweet confusion blending: ...
In God's good time this agony shall ceaseAnd gentle peace return. But stark and numbSome lie beneath Caucasian snows, and ...
A Sabbath morn — softly the village bellsRing out their welcome to the sacred day.The weary swain has drunk of ...
Yet once more, Harp of prophecy, once moreFondly I come soliciting thine aid;By whose celestial minstrelsy inspiredThe saintly Enoch walk'd ...
SEATED in a Moorish garden On the Sahel of Algiers, Wandering breezes brought the burden Of its history in past ...
[The late Mr. Jonathan Swift Somers, laureate of Spoon River, planned The Spooniad as an epic in twenty-four books, but ...
Ye must be born again. FIRST VOICE.GOOD morrow, comrade! Whence that look elate? Where are thy sins and fears, a ...
Written during the passage of the funeral procession in New York, April 25th, 1865.Ah! our dead President! Bear him to ...
DECEMBER 29, 1792.Stirs not thy spirit, Priestley! as the trainWith low obeisance, and with servile phrase,File behind file, advance, with ...
ILARIA, thou that wert so fair and dearThat death would fain disown thee, grief made wiseWith prophecy thy husband's widowed ...
From child to youth; from youth to arduous man;From lethargy to fever of the heart;From faithful life to dream-dowered days ...
Is it this sky's vast vault or ocean's soundThat is Life's self and draws my life from me,And by instinct ...
In God's good time this agony shall cease And gentle peace return. But stark and numb Some lie beneath Caucasian ...
O YOUNG through all thy immemorial years! Rise, Mother, rise, regenerate from thy gloom, And, like a bride high-mated with ...
Undoubtedly he will relent, and turn From his displeasure; in whose look serene, When angry most he seemed and most ...
[The late Mr. Jonathan Swift Somers, laureate of Spoon River, planned The Spooniad as an epic in twenty-four books, but ...
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