Corsica (Anna Laetitia Aikin Barbauld Poems)
——— A manly race Of unsubmitting spirit, wise and brave; Who still through bleeding ages struggled hard To hold a ...
——— A manly race Of unsubmitting spirit, wise and brave; Who still through bleeding ages struggled hard To hold a ...
I. O Keeper of the Sacred Key,And the Great Seal of Destiny,Whose eye is the blue canopy,Look down upon the ...
Deep in Sabea's fragrant groves retired,Long had the Eastern Sages studious dwelt,By love sublime of sacred science fired:Long had they ...
Lord Thomas and fair AnnetSat all day on a hillWhen night was come and sun was setThey had not talked ...
I hear them speak of a Fed'ral siteWhere shall arise a city bright -Mother, where is this bonzer spot?Shall we ...
Come all young girls, both far and near and listen unto me While unto you I do unfold what proved ...
I push the little gate aside,I leave behind all human pride,For here the grass is waving wide.With careless eye I ...
In the kingdom they call "Kerry" there's a "bohareen" goes climbin' Above the thatch o' cots at Ballymore-- A ...
Get off your downy cots of ease,There's work that must be done.Great danger's riding on the seas.The storm is coming ...
Whither, whither, wearied dove,Wilt thou fly to seek thy rest?Beat with many a heavy storm,Where repose thy tender breast?Hither, hither, ...
1918 This is the State above the Law. The State exists for the State alone." [This is a gland at ...
With many a pause and oft reverted eye I climb the Coomb's ascent: sweet songsters near Warble in shade their ...
Lines composed while climbing the left ascent of Brockley Coomb, May 1795 With many a pause and oft reverted eye ...
Low was our pretty Cot : our tallest Rose Peep'd at the chamber-window. We could hear At silent noon, and ...
you haven't lived until you've been in a flophouse with nothing but one light bulb and 56 men squeezed together ...
1 AN old man bending, I come, among new faces, Years looking backward, resuming, in answer to children, Come tell ...
Sweet, harmless lives! (on whose holy leisure Waits innocence and pleasure), Whose leaders to those pastures, and clear springs, Were ...
Yet one Song more! one high and solemn strain Ere PAEAN! on thy temple's ruined wall I hang the silent ...
A Poem for Three Voices Setting: A Maternity Ward and round about FIRST VOICE: I am slow as the world. ...
The air is a mill of hooks -- Questions without answer, Glittering and drunk as flies Whose kiss stings unbearably ...
There are cemeteries that are lonely, graves full of bones that do not make a sound, the heart moving through ...
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