The Me Within Thee Blind! (Dora Sigerson Shorter Poems)
I At the convent doors, full of alarm She stood, like a young bird quitting its nest. Her first flight ...
I At the convent doors, full of alarm She stood, like a young bird quitting its nest. Her first flight ...
'Twas on the morning of that fateful day When Cyrus met on Thymbra's spacious plain The mighty host by wealthy ...
IAs in the long dead days marauding hostsOf Indians came from far Siberian coasts,And drove the peaceful Aztecs from their ...
The idle winds at dawn that strayedThro' wavy depths of joyous shade,The early chirp of breeze-swung boughs,The carol of the ...
(The exile Meliboeus finds Tityrus in possession of his own farm,restored to him by the emperor Augustus, and a conversation ...
"HO, there! Fisherman, hold your hand! Tell me, what is that far away,- There, where over the isle of ...
Let not these thoughts torment you: I alas!In low ignoble poverty shall passMy wretched days, and unregarded lieBuried alive, in ...
We'll think on thee, when Spring's fresh galeBreathes softly o'er the violets' bed -We'll think on thee, when Autumn paleWaves ...
WHILE worth and taste with generous hand entwineA wreath to bind this humble brow of mine,Kind ABERDONIA 's sons and ...
When Champlain with his faithful band Came o'er the stormy waveTo dwell within this lonely land, Their hearts were blithe ...
Come under my cloak, my darling! Thou little Norwegian main!Nor wind, nor rain, nor rolling sea Shall chill ...
Who flees the regions of the lower mind,Where these distempers breathe on every wind:Infectious dogmatisms, noxious hate,Old snarly spleen, and ...
O it was gorgeous May,And the hot sun was shining bright,Behind us Kingston lay,And fair Port Royal in our sight.And ...
With loud talking and laughter, And a long, careless stride,He paces the crowded pathway, With head high in pride.And mean ...
My spirit is too weak; mortality Weighs heavily on me like unwilling sleep, And each imagined pinnacle and steep Of ...
I My love, this is the bitterest, that thou Who art all truth and who dost love me now As ...
THE SIMPLE Bard, rough at the rustic plough, Learning his tuneful trade from ev'ry bough; The chanting linnet, or the ...
The lone man gazed and gazed upon his gold, His sweat, his blood, the wage of weary days; But now ...
"The North has got him." --Yukonism. I tried to refine that neighbor of mine, honest to God, I did. I ...
(From the early Anglo-Saxon text) May I for my own self song's truth reckon, Journey's jargon, how I in harsh ...
I, who erewhile the happy Garden sung By one man's disobedience lost, now sing Recovered Paradise to all mankind, By ...
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