Apples (Cicely Fox Smith Poems)
The old apple-tree at the top of the orchardLies flatOn its back . . .It's been like thatSince it came ...
The old apple-tree at the top of the orchardLies flatOn its back . . .It's been like thatSince it came ...
Soul's joy, when thou art gone, And I alone, ...
Do not beguile my heart, Because thou artMy ...
HE 'S worth a million dollars and you think he should be glad,Because you want for money you believe he ...
The world's a bubble; and the life of man less than a span.In his conception wretched; from the womb so ...
When you see any one with tears bemoanThe loss of goods or absence of a son,Whom he perhaps thinks drown'd ...
WEEP , ye Heavens! weep, I say!My tears shall swell your gushing torrent!A deed most foul was done to-day,Which neither ...
Ransom'd spirit, spread thy wings,Leave thy broken house of clay;Soar from earth and earthly things,To the realms of endless day.Weary ...
SAY who was into Egypt sold,And there a dire event foretold, About t' afflict the land?Declare that prince of ...
Here in the little roomYou sleep the sleep of innocent tired youth,While I, in very sooth,Tired, and awake beside you ...
CVIf thou art sinful, there are thousands then Who howl from pulpits, and make dreary night Of texts as barefaced ...
956What shall I do when the Summer troubles-What, when the Rose is ripe-What when the Eggs fly off in MusicFrom ...
Daughter of Jove, relentless Power, Thou tamer of the human breast, Whose iron scourge and tort'ring hour The Bad affright, ...
What shall I do when the Summer troubles -- What, when the Rose is ripe -- What when the Eggs ...
Longing after God; or, The love of God better than life. Great God, indulge my humble claim, Thou art my ...
Calm was the day, and through the trembling air Sweet-breathing Zephyrus did softly play A gentle spirit, that lightly did ...
SCENE.--A Ravine of Icy Rocks in the Indian Caucasus. Prometheus is discovered bound to the Precipice. Panthea and Ione areseated ...
1 O! Solitude, my sweetest choice Places devoted to the night, Remote from tumult, and from noise, How you my ...
WHAT nymph should I admire or trust, But Chloe beauteous, Chloe just? What nymph should I desire to see, But ...
This, then, is she, My mother as she looked at seventeen, When she first met my father. Young incredibly, Younger ...
I, who erewhile the happy Garden sung By one man's disobedience lost, now sing Recovered Paradise to all mankind, By ...
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