Eliza Harris’ Parental Love (James Madison Bell Poems)
When February's chilling winds Swept through the forest glen,And nothing, save the smoking hut, Marked the abodes of men,I through my lattice ...
When February's chilling winds Swept through the forest glen,And nothing, save the smoking hut, Marked the abodes of men,I through my lattice ...
If one could have that little head of hersPainted upon a background of pure gold,Such as the Tuscan's early art ...
The western sun withdrawn the shorten'd day,And humid evening, gliding o'er the skyIn her chill progress, to the ground condensedThe ...
You closed the window. And it was the world,the world that wanted to enter, all at once,the world that gave ...
The man, my friend, whose conscious heartWith virtue's sacred ardour glows,Nor taints with death the envenom'd dart,Nor needs the guard ...
Write it in gold - a Spirit of the sun,An Intellect ablaze with heavenly thoughts,A soul with all the dews ...
Ye jessamines that beneath the lunar rayUnfold your virgin robes, your modest grace,Imparting odours you denied the dayThough day's own ...
My stuff is so vile, I am less than dustwhile your gleam rends the mirror's heart.My darkness lights the chafing-dishbefore ...
A Sabbath morn — softly the village bellsRing out their welcome to the sacred day.The weary swain has drunk of ...
'Twas on the morning of that fateful day When Cyrus met on Thymbra's spacious plain The mighty host by wealthy ...
I sit, unconscious of all things around,And look into my soul. Within it farThere is an image, dim and indistinct.Of ...
First-born of Chaos, who so fair didst comeFrom the old Negro's darksome womb!Which, when it saw the lovely child,The melancholy ...
The Night her blackest Vestments had put on,And all the fair remains of day were gone:When my dear Lord, as ...
Day, like our souls, is fiercely dark; What then? 'Tis day!We sleep no more; the cock crows-hark! ...
Stand up against governments, against God.Stay irresponsible.Say only what we know & imagine.Absolutes are Coercion.Change is absolute.Ordinary mind includes eternal ...
O COME, welcome visitor, clothe by degreesOur fields in their annual vest;Hang thy fleeces unsoil'd on our bushes and trees,Tho' ...
Nothing substance utters or time stills and restrains joins design and supple measure deftly as thought's intricate polyphonic score dovetails ...
To Struga Festival Golden Wreath Laureates & International Bards 1986 Stand up against governments, against God. Stay irresponsible. Say only ...
I sing the Name which None can say But touch't with An interiour Ray: The Name of our New Peace; ...
O Pride of the days in prime of the months Now trebled in great renown, When before the ark of ...
Of Man's first disobedience, and the fruit Of that forbidden tree whose mortal taste Brought death into the World, and ...
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