The Christening (Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton Poems)
(Of my Brother's infant Son, February 21, 1839.)I.THERE is a sound of laughter light and gay, And hurried welcomes, as ...
(Of my Brother's infant Son, February 21, 1839.)I.THERE is a sound of laughter light and gay, And hurried welcomes, as ...
LEFROY. This region is as lavish of its flowersAs heaven of its primrose blooms by night.This is the arum which ...
Fair Celia! when I prais'd your Charms,Your lovely Face and circling Arms;Your sparkling Eyes so full of Fire,That kindle at ...
He'ah dat ole gray sinnaH's jes brimful o' gas,Singin' dat tomfool dittyAs he goes hobblin' pas'!He betta be prayin' and ...
(John. 20:17. My Father, and your Father, to my God, and your God)My shattered fancy stole away from me(Wits run ...
One day in the bluest of summer weather,Sketching under a whispering oak, I heard five bobolinks laughing togetherOver some ornithological ...
When I came down Toowoomba streets,The evening air was full of sweets,Of Springtime odours vague and faint,As fragrance of some ...
What do you think Red RobinFound by a mow of hay?Why, a flask brimful of liquor,That the mowers brought that ...
O Tragic hours when lovers leave each other !Then every mistress feels herself a mother,And, making of her lap a ...
When at Philippi, he who would have freedGreat Rome from tyrants, for the season briefThat lay 'twixt him and battle, ...
Now I am all One bowl of kisses, Such as the tall Slim votaresses Of Egypt filled For a God's ...
ENDYMION. A Poetic Romance. "THE STRETCHED METRE OF AN AN ANTIQUE SONG." INSCRIBED TO THE MEMORY OF THOMAS CHATTERTON. Book ...
WHY pacest thou, my neighbour fair, The ...
WHEN that Aprilis, with his showers swoot*, *sweet The drought of March hath pierced to the root, And bathed every ...
SAD thy tale, thou idle page, And rueful thy alarms: Death tears the brother of her love From Isabella's arms. ...
ADIEU! a heart-warm fond adieu; Dear brothers of the mystic tie! Ye favourèd, enlighten'd few, Companions of my social joy; ...
I passed along the water's edge below the humid trees, My spirit rocked in evening light, the rushes round my ...
THE LANDS OF MY CHILDHOOD 1 I am leaving the holy city of Leeds For the last time for the ...
All summer we moved in a villa brimful of echos, Cool as the pearled interior of a conch. Bells, hooves, ...
People are putting up storm windows now, Or were, this morning, until the heavy rain Drove them indoors. So, coming ...
Life (priest and poet say) is but a dream; I wish no happier one than to be laid Beneath a ...
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