Poems about suffrage (21 Poems)
The First Fan (Oliver Wendell Holmes Poems)
READ AT A MEETING OF THE BOSTON BRIC-A-BRACCLUB, FEBRUARY 21, 1877 WHEN rose the cry “Great Pan is dead!”And Jove’s high palace closed its portal,The fallen gods, before they fled,Sold out their frippery to a mortal. “To whom?” you ask. … Continue reading
Ode XIII: On Lyric Poetry (Mark Akenside Poems)
I. 1.Once more I join the Thespian choir,And taste the inspiring fount again:O parent of the Grecian lyre,Admit me to thy powerful strain-And lo, with ease my step invadesThe pathless vale and opening shades,Till now I spy her verdant seat;And … Continue reading
Must Be Freed (Lizelia Augusta Jenkins Moorer Poems)
The ante-bellum Negro prayed,For God to intercede,And God in answer to him said,“Your children shall be freed.” The hand was seen upon the wall,The fates at once decreedThat Negro bondsmen one and all,Should soon be free, indeed. “If Abraham Lincoln’s … Continue reading
To Mr. Philip Woodhouse (Ralph Knevet Poems)
Methought I stood that sacred fountaine night Where high conceites in blessed draughts are lent Whose cristall brest seem’d sudainly to rent And when a Nimph of rarest majestie. Whose hayre seem’d Gold, and skinne cleare Ivorie, Upon her browes an Arch of bayes was … Continue reading
Ode V: On Love Of Praise (Mark Akenside Poems)
I.Of all the springs within the mindWhich prompt her steps in fortune’s maze,From none more pleasing aid we findThan from the genuine love of praise. II.Nor any partial, private endSuch reverence to the public bears;Nor any passion, virtue’s friend,So like … Continue reading
Amours De Voyage, Canto II (Arthur Hugh Clough Poems)
Is it illusion? or does there a spirit from perfecter ages, Here, even yet, amid loss, change, and corruption abide? Does there a spirit we know not, though seek, though we find, comprehend not, Here to entice and confuse, tempt … Continue reading
A Family Epsitle To A Friend (Anne MacVicar Grant Poems)
DEAR BEATRICE , with pleasure I read your kind letter;On the subject, methinks, there could scarce be a better:How vivid the scenes it recall’d to my view,And how lively it waken’d remembrance anew!Yet our souls are so crusted with housewifely … Continue reading
A Poem on Elijahs’Tran (Benjamin Colman Poems)
Coelo Musa beat.Hor. Carm. Lib. 4. Od. 8.—Nec meus audetRem tentare pudor, quam Vires serre recusent.Hor. Ep. 1. Lib. 2. I sing the MAN, by Heav’ns peculiar Grace,The Prince of Prophets, of the Chosen Race,Rais’d and Accomplisht for degenerate Times,To … Continue reading
To the Memory of My Beloved Author, Mr. William Shakespeare (Ben Jonson Poems)
To draw no envy, Shakespeare, on thy name, Am I thus ample to thy book and fame; While I confess thy writings to be such As neither man nor muse can praise too much; ’Tis true, … Continue reading
To the Memory of My Beloved, The Author, Mr. William Shakespeare, (Ben Jonson Poems)
To draw no envy, Shakespeare, on thy name, Am I thus ample to thy book and fame;While I confess thy writings to be such As neither man nor Muse can praise too much.`Tis true, and all men`s suffrage. But these … Continue reading