The Creole Girl; Or, The Physician’s Story (Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton Poems)
I.SHE came to England from the island clime Which lies beyond the far Atlantic wave; She died in early youth--before ...
I.SHE came to England from the island clime Which lies beyond the far Atlantic wave; She died in early youth--before ...
LEAVE now our streets, and in yon plain beholdThose pleasant Seats for the reduced and old;A merchant's gift, whose wife ...
IEnter these enchanted woods,You who dare.Nothing harms beneath the leavesMore than waves a swimmer cleaves.Toss your heart up with the ...
See you the towers, that, gray and old,Frown through the sunlight's liquid gold, Steep sternly fronting steep?The Hellespont beneath them ...
An old soldier on the night before the veteransreunion talks partly to himself, partly to imaginary comrades:The people-people of my ...
We meet in peace, though from our native EastThe sun that sparkles on our birthday feastGlanced as he rose on ...
WHITE steeds of ocean, that leap with a hollow and wearisome roarOn the bar of ironstone steep, not a fathom's ...
See how, like lightest waves at play, the airy dancers fleet; And scarcely feels the floor the wings of those ...
Cloying her lips as the honeycomb, smooth are the words of her mouth,But her feet in the paths of the ...
How well she knows to cast the noose,And yet not pay the cattle tax!She casts the noose on me with ...
The men kept to themselves: they were waiting for the swiftness of the last cyclists. The women kept to themselves: ...
Muse of my native land! loftiest Muse! O first-born on the mountains! by the hues Of heaven on the spiritual ...
O Sacred Providence, who from end to end Strongly and sweetly movest! shall I write, And not of thee, through ...
The Kingdom of heaven is like unto a merchant man, seeking goodly pearls; who, when he had found one, sold ...
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
It is full winter now: the trees are bare, Save where the cattle huddle from the cold Beneath the pine, ...
1 AFOOT and light-hearted, I take to the open road, Healthy, free, the world before me, The long brown path ...
Now, scarce three paces measured from the mound, We stumbled on a stationary voice, And 'Stand, who goes?' 'Two from ...
See you the towers, that, gray and old, Frown through the sunlight's liquid gold, Steep sternly fronting steep? The Hellespont ...
See how, like lightest waves at play, the airy dancers fleet; And scarcely feels the floor the wings of those ...
You have read War and Peace. Now here is Sister Carrie, not up to Tolstoy; still it will second the ...
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