The Future World (Elizabeth Bentley Poems)
WHERE'ER our pilgrim footsteps stray,Affliction's poignant shafts are hurl'd,But angel Hope still chears our way,She whispers, "there's a future world."When ...
WHERE'ER our pilgrim footsteps stray,Affliction's poignant shafts are hurl'd,But angel Hope still chears our way,She whispers, "there's a future world."When ...
Whoever was begotten by pure love,And came desired and welcome into life,Is of immaculate conception. HeWhose heart is full of ...
Hate is only one of many responsestrue, hurt and hate go hand in handbut why be afraid of hate, it ...
There have been times when I could storm and plead, But you shall never hear me supplicate. These long months ...
Flower of the Snow!-we hail thy birth, Though cold and pale may be thy shrine, A promise from all bounteous ...
Never stoops the soaring vulture On his quarry in the desert, On the sick or wounded bison, But another vulture, ...
Be still, my soul, be still; the arms you bear are brittle, Earth and high heaven are fixt of old ...
Ye distant spires, ye antique towers, That crown the watery glade, Where grateful Science still adores Her Henry's holy shade; ...
NO easy matter 'tis to hold, Against its owner's will, the fleece Who troubled by the itching smart Of Cupid's ...
After the pangs of a desperate lover, When day and night I have sighed all in vain, Ah, what a ...
WHEN biting Boreas, fell and dour, Sharp shivers thro' the leafless bow'r; When Phoebus gies a short-liv'd glow'r, Far south ...
There have been times when I could storm and plead, But you shall never hear me supplicate. These long months ...
Is the spider a monster in miniature? His web is a cruel stair, to be sure, Designed artfully, cunningly placed, ...
It's not for laws I've broken That bitter tears I've wept, But solemn vows I've spoken And promises unkept; It's ...
O, call not me to justify the wrong That thy unkindness lays upon my heart; Wound me not with thine ...
That you were once unkind befriends me now, And for that sorrow, which I then did feel, Needs must I ...
That you were once unkind befriends me now, And for that sorrow which I then did feel Needs must I ...
Go, Soul, the body's guest, Upon a thankless errand; Fear not to touch the best; The truth shall be thy ...
Under yonder beech-tree single on the green-sward, Couched with her arms behind her golden head, Knees and tresses folded to ...
After two sittings, now our Lady State To end her picture does the third time wait. But ere thou fall'st ...
No more of talk where God or Angel guest With Man, as with his friend, familiar us'd, To sit indulgent, ...
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