The Earth Is Red (Rachel Korn Poems)
The earth is red,Like Cain's dreamIn the humid, sultry nightWhen Jehovah was youngAnd Abel gently pensive.An angel whets his crooked ...
The earth is red,Like Cain's dreamIn the humid, sultry nightWhen Jehovah was youngAnd Abel gently pensive.An angel whets his crooked ...
The RECAPITULATION.And Pourtrait of a Heav'nly breathing Soul. Whoso delights to burn in holy Fire Of Virgin fair Theophila, Joy, ...
ILMARINEN'S WOOING.ILMARINEN, hero-blacksmith,The eternal metal-worker,Hastens forward to the court-roomOf the hostess of Pohyola,Of the master of the Northland,Hastens through the ...
WAINAMOINEN'S SOWING.Then arose old Wainamoinen,With his feet upon the island,On the island washed by ocean,Broad expanse devoid of verdure;There remained ...
Lazy laughing languid Jenny,Fond of a kiss and fond of a guinea,Whose head upon my knee to-nightRests for a while, ...
SIR OSMOND'S youth in camps was bred,And manly sports still pleas'd his age:Beneath his spear the wolf had bled;His arm ...
When Nature wants to drill a manAnd thrill a man,And skill a man,When Nature wants to mould a manTo play ...
Ya summer day when I were mowin', When flooers of monny soorts were growin', Which fast befoor my scythe fell ...
I do not fear thee, Death!I have a bantering thought!—though I am toldThou art inflexible, and stern, and bold;And that ...
Oh, say, have you seen at the Willows so green-- So charming and rurally true--A singular bird, with a manner ...
There was a fountain in my heart Whose deeps had not been stirred;A thirst for music in my soul My ...
OH ! that amid this wandering maze of care,Where short-liv'd pleasure meets o'erwhelming woeAt every turn; e'en where bright virtue ...
Third Avenue in sunlight. Nature's error. Already the bars are filled and John is there. Beneath a plentiful lady over ...
I should have been too glad, I see -- Too lifted -- for the scant degree Of Life's penurious Round ...
This English Thames is holier far than Rome, Those harebells like a sudden flush of sea Breaking across the woodland, ...
(From the early Anglo-Saxon text) May I for my own self song's truth reckon, Journey's jargon, how I in harsh ...
How vainly men themselves amaze To win the Palm, the Oke, or Bayes; And their uncessant Labours see Crown'd from ...
HOW vainly men themselves amaze To win the palm, the oak, or bays, And their uncessant labours see Crown'd from ...
After two sittings, now our Lady State To end her picture does the third time wait. But ere thou fall'st ...
Aug. 14. 1653. Upon The Words Of Chush The Benjamite Against Him. Lord my God to thee I flie Save ...
Hence, loathed Melancholy, ............Of Cerberus and blackest Midnight born In Stygian cave forlorn ............'Mongst horrid shapes, and shrieks, and sights ...
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