The Fourth EPIGRAM. (On GALLA) (Anne Killigrew Poem)
NOw liquid Streams by the fierce Gold do grow As solid as the Rocks from whence they flow; Now Tibers ...
NOw liquid Streams by the fierce Gold do grow As solid as the Rocks from whence they flow; Now Tibers ...
'My father still reads the dictionary every day. He says your life depends on your power to master words.' Arthur ...
felled 1879 My aspens dear, whose airy cages quelled, Quelled or quenched in leaves the leaping sun, All felled, felled, ...
I At last! In sight of home again, Of home again; No more to range and roam again As at ...
I now delight In spite Of the might And the right Of classic tradition, In writing And reciting Straight ahead, ...
And an old priest said, "Speak to us of Religion." And he said: Have I spoken this day of aught ...
While we may not know the limits the garden finite, with boundaries our world precious, unique given into our trembling ...
When we accept when we turn our lives over the spirit, God's will prevailing, in the walk of our days ...
A governor it was proclaimed this time, When all who would come seeking in New Hampshire Ancestral memories might come ...
I THAT in heill was and gladness Am trublit now with great sickness And feblit with infirmitie:-- Timor Mortis conturbat ...
SWEET rois of vertew and of gentilness, Delytsum lily of everie lustynes, Richest in bontie and in bewtie clear, And ...
I I heard the spring wind whisper Above the brushwood fire, "The world is made forever Of transport and desire. ...
One in thy thousand statues we salute thee On all thy thousand thrones acclaim and claim Who walk in forest ...
"Lord, being dark," I said, "I cannot bear The further touch of earth, the scented air; Lord, being dark, forewilled ...
The groves were God's first temples. Ere man learned To hew the shaft, and lay the architrave, And spread the ...
1 Sometime now past in the Autumnal Tide, 2 When Ph{oe}bus wanted but one hour to bed, 3 The trees ...
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
"O CAM ye here the fight to shun, Or herd the sheep wi' me, man? Or were ye at the ...
The sun goes down in a cold pale flare of light. The trees grow dark: the shadows lean to the ...
The sun goes down in a cold pale flare of light. The trees grow dark: the shadows lean to the ...
Through thick Arcadian woods a hunter went, Following the beasts upon a fresh spring day; But since his horn-tipped bow ...
But, learning now that they would have her speak, She threw her wet hair backward from her brow, Her hand ...
Had we but World enough, and Time, This coyness Lady were no crime. We would sit down, and think which ...
Soul O Who shall, from this Dungeon, raise A Soul inslav'd so many wayes? With bolts of Bones, that fetter'd ...
Within this sober Frame expect Work of no Forrain Architect; That unto Caves the Quarries drew, And Forrests did to ...
Like the vain Curlings of the Watry maze, Which in smooth streams a sinking Weight does raise; So Man, declining ...
O'RE the smooth enameld green Where no print of step hath been, Follow me as I sing, And touch the ...
I. THE VOICE OF THE MAN IMPATIENT WITH VISIONS AND UTOPIAS We find your soft Utopias as white As new-cut ...
A Fantasy, dedicated to the little poet Alice Oliver Henderson, ten years old. The Fantasy shows how tiger-hearts are the ...
Oft seems the Time a market-town Where many merchant-spirits meet Who up and down and up and down Cry out ...
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