A Poem On The African Slave Trade. Addressed To Her Own Sex. Part II (Mary Birkett Card Poems)
ERST, when the Muse of Pity o'er me stole,And kindled new ideas in my soul;When Nature's rude effusions pour'd along,Impell'd ...
ERST, when the Muse of Pity o'er me stole,And kindled new ideas in my soul;When Nature's rude effusions pour'd along,Impell'd ...
EPODE 1a.I stood within the City disinterred;And heard the autumnal leaves like light footfallsOf spirits passing through the streets; and ...
Enchantress! whose transcendant pow'rs, With ease, the massy fabric raise;-- Beneath whose sway the tempest low'rs, Or lucid stream meaend'ring plays;-- Accept the tribute ...
ARE we daily drawing nearerThee, the Perfect, the Unseen?Grows the pathway ever clearer,Stretching sense and God between?Thine own messengers beside ...
Breathe above me or below;Never canst thou farther goThan the spirit's octave-span,Harmonizing God and Man.Thus within the iris-bound,Light a prisoner ...
"WHENCE are those tranquil joys, in mercy giv'n, To light the wilderness with beams of Heav'n? To sooth our cares, ...
A city clerk, but gently born and bred;His wife, an unknown artist's orphan child—One babe was theirs, a Margaret, three ...
I SATE upon a lonely peak, A backwood river's course to view, ...
A city clerk, but gently born and bred; His wife, an unknown artist's orphan child-- One babe was theirs, a ...
"Lo I, the man who erst the Muse did ask Her deepest notes to swell the Patriot's meeds, Am now ...
YOUR bony head, Jazbo, O dock walloper, Those grappling hooks, those wheelbarrow handlers, The dome and the wings of you, ...
My soul is an enchanted boat, Which, like a sleeping swan, doth float Upon the silver waves of thy sweet ...
Emily, A ship is floating in the harbour now, A wind is hovering o'er the mountain's brow; There is a ...
I rode one evening with Count Maddalo Upon the bank of land which breaks the flow Of Adria towards Venice: ...
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