A Victim Of Modern Inventions (Hannah S Battersby Poems)
Since quite a boy Hal Gradient had beenNoted for ingenuity--betweenThe hours when not on active duty heImmersed in some new ...
Since quite a boy Hal Gradient had beenNoted for ingenuity--betweenThe hours when not on active duty heImmersed in some new ...
Nothing so true as what you once let fall,--"To growl at something is the lot of all;Contentment is a gem ...
Plac'd on the verge of youth, my mindLife's op'ning scene survey'd:I view'd its ills of various kind,Afflicted and afraid.But chief ...
Have I not voyaged, friend beloved, with theeOn the great waters of the unsounded sea,Momently listening with suspended oarFor the ...
all the fears of childhoodall the dreams of terrornightmares, the loneliness of childrenthe sense of guilta face pale as the ...
THE rising moon look'd clear and mild,In chasten'd tints of glowing eve,And bright the early morning smil'd;It flatter'd only to ...
FORTH welling from the breast of sapphire lakes,Oh, tell my jocund heart why from their shoreOf emerald do those pairs ...
THE world was made when a man was born;He must taste for himself the forbidden springs,He can never take warning ...
The world was made when a man was born,He must taste for himself the forbidden springs;He can never take warning ...
Lord! I believe: but if a doubt Should shake my weak and wand'ring soul,Let Reason drive the intruder out, And Truth my ...
Mirrors are not more silentnor the creeping dawn more secretive;in the moonlight, you are that pantherwe catch sight of from ...
On the morning of May,Ere the children had entered my gateWith their wreaths and mechanical lay,A metal ding-dong of the ...
If it has been the misery of my fate To mix too closely with the knave and fool, In these ...
Distrustful of the Gentian -- And just to turn away, The fluttering of her fringes Child my perfidy -- Weary ...
Mirrors are not more silent nor the creeping dawn more secretive; in the moonlight, you are that panther we catch ...
Because there is safety in derision I talked about an apparition, I took no trouble to convince, Or seem plausible ...
1 AS I ponder'd in silence, Returning upon my poems, considering, lingering long, A Phantom arose before me, with distrustful ...
'Tis hard to say, if greater Want of Skill Appear in Writing or in Judging ill, But, of the two, ...
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