The Enthusiast (Anne Batten Cristall Poems)
ARLA. THE pious sire of ARLA rear'd her youth Strongly to feel the great Creator's power; In her pure bosom ...
ARLA. THE pious sire of ARLA rear'd her youth Strongly to feel the great Creator's power; In her pure bosom ...
Above the dark good sea the boundless air rushed here and there, it flew like a blue falcon, silently swallowing ...
And now, when poets are singing Their songs of olden days, And now, when the land is ringing With sweet ...
The Eastern day was well-nigh o'er When, parched with thirst and travel sore, Two of McPherson's flanking corps Across the ...
September 8: 1650Child in girlhood's early grace,Pale white rose of royal race,Flower of France, and England's flower,What dost here at ...
LAY him beneath his snows, The great Norse giant who in these last days Troubled the nations. Gather decently The ...
As Head of the Division of Provision for RevisionWas a man of prompt decision--Morton Quirk.Ph.D. in Calisthenics, P. D. Q. ...
WHAT shall we ask? A Father hears,Who weighs our blessings, counts our tears,And when for bread we pray,We leave it ...
September 9, 1898Glory for these glad tidings, far and near, That come to-day across the plunging main;Shattered the Dervish ...
November: 1674Cloked in gray threadbare poverty, and blind,Age-weak, and desolate, and beloved of God;High-heartedness to long repulse resign'd,Yet bating not ...
What time is it? Midnight and very dark.Are you afraid? ...
I spilled the coinsfrom my mouth and called it quitsbefore, you may think of meas a fraud, a fanatic enemyof ...
Ask if I love thee? Oh, smiles cannot tellPlainer what tears are now showing too well.Had I not loved thee, ...
Of all our antic sights and pageantry Which English idiots run in crowds to see, The Polish Medal bears the ...
Thy country, Wilberforce, with just disdain, Hears thee, by cruel men and impious, call'd Fanatic, for thy zeal to loose ...
ADVERTISEMENT "The grand army of the Turks, (in 1715), under the Prime Vizier, to open to themselves a way into ...
Who is this fish, still wearing its wealth, flat on my drainboard, dead asleep, its suit of mail proof only ...
I ranted to the knave and fool, But outgrew that school, Would transform the part, Fit audience found, but cannot ...
When young I was a Socialist Despite my tender years; No blessed chance I ever missed To slam the profiteers. ...
After two sittings, now our Lady State To end her picture does the third time wait. But ere thou fall'st ...
Of Man's first disobedience, and the fruit Of that forbidden tree whose mortal taste Brought death into the World, and ...
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