Upon a Fit of Sickness (Anne Bradstreet Poem)
Twice ten years old not fully told since nature gave me breath, My race is run, my thread spun, lo, ...
Twice ten years old not fully told since nature gave me breath, My race is run, my thread spun, lo, ...
Be still, thou unregenerate part, Disturb no more my settled heart, For I have vow'd (and so will do) Thee ...
1.1 Lo now! four other acts upon the stage, 1.2 Childhood, and Youth, the Manly, and Old-age. 1.3 The first: ...
1 Sometime now past in the Autumnal Tide, 2 When Ph{oe}bus wanted but one hour to bed, 3 The trees ...
In secret place where once I stood Close by the Banks of Lacrim flood, I heard two sisters reason on ...
Pelagius lived at Kardanoel And taught a doctrine there How, whether you went to heaven or to hell It was ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
BY QUEVEDO REDIVIVUS SUGGESTED BY THE COMPOSITION SO ENTITLED BY THE AUTHOR OF 'WAT TYLER' 'A Daniel come to judgment! ...
Was there a Garden or was the Garden a dream? Amid the fleeting light, I have slowed myself and queried, ...
Per me si va ne la citt? dolente, per me si va ne l'etterno dolore, per me si va tra ...
HEAR, Land o' Cakes, and brither Scots, Frae Maidenkirk to Johnie Groat's;- If there's a hole in a' your coats, ...
YE Irish lords, ye knights an' squires, Wha represent our brughs an' shires, An' doucely manage our affairs In parliament, ...
O THOU! whatever title suit thee- Auld Hornie, Satan, Nick, or Clootie, Wha in yon cavern grim an' sootie, Clos'd ...
O WHA will to Saint Stephen's House, To do our errands there, man? O wha will to Saint Stephen's House ...
O THOU, who in the heavens does dwell, Who, as it pleases best Thysel', Sends ane to heaven an' ten ...
AS father Adam first was fool'd, (A case that's still too common,) Here lies man a woman ruled, The devil ...
KEN ye aught o' Captain Grose?-Igo, and ago, If he's amang his friends or foes?-Iram, coram, dago. Is he to ...
THE SUN had clos'd the winter day, The curless quat their roarin play, And hunger'd maukin taen her way, To ...
THANK God, bless God, all ye who suffer not More grief than ye can weep for. That is well-- That ...
AFRICA I will sing you a song of Los. the Eternal Prophet: He sung it to four harps at the ...
The Argument. Rintrah roars & shakes his fires in the burdend air; Hungry clouds swag on the deep Once meek, ...
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