On The Hurricane (Anne Kingsmill Finch Poem)
You have obey'd, you WINDS, that must fulfill The Great Disposer's righteous Will; Throughout the Land, unlimited you flew, Nor ...
You have obey'd, you WINDS, that must fulfill The Great Disposer's righteous Will; Throughout the Land, unlimited you flew, Nor ...
'Mid my gold-brown curls There twined a silver hair: I plucked it idly out And scarcely knew 'twas there. Coiled ...
On being asked, Whence is the flower? In May, when sea-winds pierced our solitudes, I found the fresh Rhodora in ...
I When tulips bloom in Union Aquare, And timid breaths of vernal air Go wandering down the dusty town, Like ...
The glory of ships is an old, old song, since the days when the sea-rovers ran In their open boats ...
A soft veil dims the tender skies, And half conceals from pensive eyes The bronzing tokens of the fall; A ...
A hush is over all the teeming lists, And there is pause, a breath-space in the strife; A spirit brave ...
The Birds reported from the South -- A News express to Me -- A spicy Charge, My little Posts -- ...
Precious to Me -- She still shall be -- Though She forget the name I bear -- The fashion of ...
I'll clutch -- and clutch -- Next -- One -- Might be the golden touch -- Could take it -- ...
Fitter to see Him, I may be For the long Hindrance -- Grace -- to Me -- With Summers, and ...
The Tint I cannot take -- is best -- The Color too remote That I could show it in Bazaar ...
There is a morn by men unseen -- Whose maids upon remoter green Keep their Seraphic May -- And all ...
Poor little Heart! Did they forget thee? Then dinna care! Then dinna care! Proud little Heart! Did they forsake thee? ...
Sleep is supposed to be By souls of sanity The shutting of the eye. Sleep is the station grand Down ...
We wear scars from our youth, trifling things reflecting those earnings from growing days, of battles raised and wounds worn ...
I cannot let the moment pass without a weary greeting, or retard the recent past where shadows still are fleeting, ...
Now that the winter's gone, the earth hath lost Her snow-white robes, and now no more the frost Candies the ...
On Tiber's banks, Tiber, whose waters glide In slow meanders down to Gaigra's side; And circling all the horrid mountain ...
PART I On Susquehanna's side, fair Wyoming! Although the wild-flower on thy ruin'd wall, And roofless homes, a sad remembrance ...
THE PROLOGUE. THE Cook of London, while the Reeve thus spake, For joy he laugh'd and clapp'd him on the ...
WHEN that Aprilis, with his showers swoot*, *sweet The drought of March hath pierced to the root, And bathed every ...
THE PROLOGUE. When that the Knight had thus his tale told In all the rout was neither young nor old, ...
It's coming through a hole in the air, from those nights in Tiananmen Square. It's coming from the feel that ...
PART I 'Tis the middle of night by the castle clock And the owls have awakened the crowing cock; Tu-whit!- ...
Across the wet November night The church is bright with candlelight And waiting Evensong. A single bell with plaintive strokes ...
Cocooned in Time, at this inhuman height, The packaged food tastes neutrally of clay, We never seem to catch the ...
1 They that in play can do the thing they would, Having an instinct throned in reason's place, --And every ...
ARRANGING long-locked drawers and shelves Of cabinets, shut up for years, What a strange task we've set ourselves ! How ...
Thou ill-form'd offspring of my feeble brain, Who after birth did'st by my side remain, Till snatcht from thence by ...
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