A Reformer (Hattie Howard Poems)
When I was young, my heart elate With ardent notions warm, I thirsted to inaugurate A spirit of reform; The universe was all awry, Philosophy ...
When I was young, my heart elate With ardent notions warm, I thirsted to inaugurate A spirit of reform; The universe was all awry, Philosophy ...
LINES , in addition to the treasureOf poesy, culled for the pleasureOf beau and belle and gentle dame,When seated round ...
Gentle divinity, how have I merited?Whither, unfortunate wretch, have I strayed,Thus of thy bounty to lie disenherited -I alone whilst ...
And if I ask thee for a kiss,I ask no more than this sweet breeze,With far less title to the ...
I lie on my back at midnighthearing the marvelous strange chimeof the clocks, and know it's mid-night and in that ...
IT WATCHED ME in the cradle laid, and from my boyhood's homeIt glared above my shoulder-blade when I wrote my ...
Over the great windy waters, and over the clear-crested summits, Unto the sun and the sky, and unto the perfecter ...
This is my welcome; this is how I have decided to bid All Hail! to thee and to the other ...
Till Death -- is narrow Loving -- The scantest Heart extant Will hold you till your privilege Of Finiteness -- ...
Somewhere upon the general Earth Itself exist Today -- The Magic passive but extant That consecrated me -- Indifferent Seasons ...
I meant to have but modest needs -- Such as Content -- and Heaven -- Within my income -- these ...
For more than a billion years we've been nearly out of water; sincerely, a need repeatedly exposed in calamitous reports ...
Don't talk to me of War or stalk the ground our fabled soldiers died upon, I'm sound of limb and ...
Among these latter busts we count by scores, Half-emperors and quarter-emperors, Each with his bay-leaf fillet, loose-thonged vest, Loricand low-browed ...
NO more wine? then we'll push back chairs and talk. A final glass for me, though: cool, i' faith! We ...
For God has given us a language of monosyllables to prevent our clipping. For a toad enjoys a finer prospect ...
The riches of the poet are equal to his poetry His power is his left hand It is idle weak ...
I never saw that you did painting need And therefore to your fair no painting set; I found, or thought ...
I never saw that you did painting need, And therefore to your fair no painting set; I found, or thought ...
Fear, like a living fire that only death Might one day cool, had now in Avon's eyes Been witness for ...
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