A Summer Day (Joanna Baillie Poems)
The dark-blue clouds of night in dusky lines,Drawn wide and streaky o'er the purer sky,Wear faint the morning purple on ...
The dark-blue clouds of night in dusky lines,Drawn wide and streaky o'er the purer sky,Wear faint the morning purple on ...
1Her eyes were not of amethyst,Her teeth were not of pearl.Human all over, laughing, crying,Shrewd, simple, just a girl!Cheerful at ...
The Worldling Churchman, raging with Defeat,Renews his Hate, and burns with double Heat.Tho' foil'd in Synod, he laments the DayThat ...
Kind to my frailties still, Eumenes, hear;Once more I try the patience of your ear.Not oft I sing: the happier ...
So much forgotten alreadySo much forgottenSo much to forgetOnce the idea of purityborn, all was lostirrevocablyThe Black Musicianin a house ...
No song is this of leaf and bird,And gracious waters flowing;I'm sick at heart, for I have heardBig Billy Vickers ...
Men of money, shrewd and skill'd In putting capital to nurse,Ready to pull down streets, or build, If either helps to fill ...
All this is flashy rhetoric about loving you.I never had a selfless thought since I was born.I am mercenary and ...
"Come, try your skill, kind gentlemen,A penny for three tries!"Some threw and lost, some threw and wonA ten-a-penny prize.She was ...
Very sturdy rogues. Several have exploited your worlds. With no needs, and in no hurryto make use of their brilliant ...
He isn't very brilliant and his pace is often slow, There's nothing very flashy in his style; He has to ...
Strong sun, that bleachThe curtains of my room, can you not renderColourless this dress I wear?—This violent plaidOf purple angers ...
All this is flashy rhetoric about loving you. I never had a selfless thought since I was born. I am ...
The crowd at the ball game is moved uniformly by a spirit of uselessness which delights them- all the exciting ...
O'RE the smooth enameld green Where no print of step hath been, Follow me as I sing, And touch the ...
Strong sun, that bleach The curtains of my room, can you not render Colourless this dress I wear?- This violent ...
In this Monody the author bewails a learned Friend, unfortunately drowned in his passage from Chester on the Irish Seas, ...
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