A November Night’s Traveller (Joanna Baillie Poems)
HE , who with journey well begun,Beneath the beam of morning's sun,Stretching his view o'er hill and dale,And distant city, ...
HE , who with journey well begun,Beneath the beam of morning's sun,Stretching his view o'er hill and dale,And distant city, ...
I had a dream this morning off Madeira,About my poem and its publication.Methought it was still-born, and I could hear ...
Those of you that have got through the rest, I am going to rapidlyDevote a little time to showing you, ...
Messrs. Editors,As you have inserted my Cradle Piece so handsomely, I follow it by a BIRTH-DAY INVITATION, written some months ...
I am writing this song at the close Of a beautiful day of the springIn a dell where the daffodil grows By ...
There's a wind that blows out of the South in the drought, And we pray for the touch of his breathWhen ...
TO THE MARQUIS GINO CAPPONI. I was mistaken, my dear Gino. Long And greatly have I erred. I fancied life ...
The Night her blackest Vestments had put on,And all the fair remains of day were gone:When my dear Lord, as ...
Only one old post is standing -- Solid yet, but only one -- Where the milking, and the branding, And ...
As one who strives a hill to climb, Who never climbed before: Who finds it, in a little time, Grow ...
1 OVER the western sea, hither from Niphon come, Courteous, the swart-cheek'd two-sworded envoys, Leaning back in their open barouches, ...
Darkness as black as your eyelid, poketricks of stars, the yellow mouth, the smell of a stranger, dawn coming up, ...
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