He Had Not Where To Lay His Head (Frances Ellen Watkins Poems)
The conies had their hiding-place, The wily fox with stealthy tread A covert found, but Christ, the Lord, Had not ...
The conies had their hiding-place, The wily fox with stealthy tread A covert found, but Christ, the Lord, Had not ...
Sweet memory, like a pleasing dream, Still lends a dull and feeble ray; For ages with her vestige teems, When ...
And have I flung my once loved lyre Thus heedless by, Unstrung are all its chords and hushed Its melody. ...
All wounded sore he lay upon my path, His piteous moans his woeful need confessed; I stooped to find his ...
What charm is yours, you faded old-world tapestries, Of outworn, childish mysteries, Vague pageants woven on a web of dream! ...
I. Fair Isabel, poor simple Isabel! Lorenzo, a young palmer in Love's eye! They could not in the self-same mansion ...
When my devotions could not pierce Thy silent ears; Then was my heart broken, as was my verse: My breast ...
Daphne's Answer to Sylvia, declaring she should esteem all as Enemies, who should talk to her of LOVE. THEN, to ...
PART I On Susquehanna's side, fair Wyoming! Although the wild-flower on thy ruin'd wall, And roofless homes, a sad remembrance ...
I 'Tis done -- but yesterday a King! And arm'd with Kings to strive -- And now thou art a ...
Henry, edged, decidedly, made up stories lighting the past of Henry, of his glorious present, and his hoaries, all the ...
STRAIT is the spot and green the sod From whence my sorrows flow; And soundly sleeps the ever dear Inhabitant ...
As often-times the too resplendent sun Hurries the pallid and reluctant moon Back to her sombre cave, ere she hath ...
I weep for Adonais -he is dead! O, weep for Adonais! though our tears Thaw not the frost which binds ...
Before those cruel twins whom at one birth Incestuous Change bore to her father Time, Error and Truth, had hunted ...
I weep for Adonais--he is dead! Oh, weep for Adonais! though our tears Thaw not the frost which binds so ...
CLOSE in a woodbine's tangled shade, The BLOOMING GOD asleep was laid; ...
Viciousness in the kitchen! The potatoes hiss. It is all Hollywood, windowless, The fluorescent light wincing on and off like ...
(1) The day she visited the dissecting room They had four men laid out, black as burnt turkey, Already half ...
Through thick Arcadian woods a hunter went, Following the beasts upon a fresh spring day; But since his horn-tipped bow ...
In Arthur's house whileome was I When happily the time went by In midmost glory of his days. He held ...
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