A Voice From The Factories (Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton Poems)
WHEN fallen man from Paradise was driven, Forth to a world of labour, death, and care; Still, of his native ...
WHEN fallen man from Paradise was driven, Forth to a world of labour, death, and care; Still, of his native ...
Long ago and long ago, And long ago still, There dwelt three merry maidens Upon a distant hill. One was ...
Fabio ! the courtier's hopes are chains that windWith fatal strength around the ambitious mind; And he who breaks or ...
And now, when poets are singing Their songs of olden days, And now, when the land is ringing With sweet ...
Oh! I am sick of what I am. Of allWhich I in life can ever hope to be.Angels of light ...
UNCLE JIMOld Uncle Jim was as blind as a mole, But he could fiddle Virginia Reels, Till you felt the ...
MY beautiful! my beautiful! that standest meekly by With thy proudly arched and glossy neck, and dark and fiery eye; ...
Lady who hold'st on me dominion!Within your spirit's arms I stay me fastAgainst the fellImmitigate ravening of the gates of ...
TOWARDS the sun, towards the south-westA scorched breast.A scorched breast, breasting the sun like an answer,Like a retort.An eagle at ...
SAY not to me:'Cromwell, thou diest.' Save thy timid breath.Do not the wild winds noise it o'er the world?Shall he ...
THE God of Freedom bless,With strength for self-redress, The People's might;The cause of man to save,Arouse each ...
XCVDeath on his mission sought my lady's side; She turned her eyes, and caught him in their glance: Something he ...
My bawdy spirit is innate - A legacy from my Dada - His crude jest bestowed on me The sparkle ...
The God of Fair Beginnings Hath prospered here my hand -- The cargoes of my lading, And the keels of ...
A Pindaric Ode Awake, Aeolian lyre, awake, And give to rapture all thy trembling strings. From Helicon's harmonious springs A ...
When you thanked me for the day I felt ashamed, I couldn't say it wasn't much because it was for ...
At the back of the noisy café bent over a table sits an old man; a newspaper in front of ...
Karshish, the picker-up of learning's crumbs, The not-incurious in God's handiwork (This man's-flesh he hath admirably made, Blown like a ...
Now, scarce three paces measured from the mound, We stumbled on a stationary voice, And 'Stand, who goes?' 'Two from ...
Inside this northern summer's fold The fields are full of naked gold, Broadcast from heaven on lands it loves; The ...
After two sittings, now our Lady State To end her picture does the third time wait. But ere thou fall'st ...
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