The Sinless Child Part 6 (Elizabeth Oakes Smith Poems)
'Tis the summer prime, when the noiseless airIn perfumed chalice lies,And the bee goes by with a lazy hum,Beneath the ...
'Tis the summer prime, when the noiseless airIn perfumed chalice lies,And the bee goes by with a lazy hum,Beneath the ...
NEXT, to a graver tribe we turn our view,And yield the praise to worth and science due,But this with serious ...
ITO THE GROCERY BOYBefore you send me up that card With rime and diction far from subtle,Hear what a now ...
1 Who'll be honoured and praised,who'll be ...
Tis true of courage I'm no mistressNo Boadicia nor ThalestrissNor shall I e'er be famed hereafterFor such a Soul as ...
This morning saw I, fled the shower,The earth reclining in a lull of power:The heavens, pursuing not their path,Lay stretched ...
There sinks the sun; like cavalier of old, Servant of crafty Spain, He flaunts his banner, barred ...
A little time agone, a few brief years,And there was peace within our beauteous borders;Peace, and a prosperous people, and ...
Lo, all the age is rank with wrong! The nations kneel to monstrous might, And horrid cries that ...
THE steam, the reek, the fume, of prayer Blown outward for a million years, Becomes a mist between the spheres, ...
A devil serves our mastersAnd warps to their desireThe flexing of our sinews,Our hearts' corroding fire;Old as the mists of ...
An idle lingerer on the wayside's road,He gathers up his work and yawns away;A little longer, ere the tiresome loadShall ...
Well, after all the prattle buzzed around The soldier's victory, the miser's gold, The statesman's eloquence, the manifold And subtle ...
Weep, weep, weep and weep,For pauper, dolt, and slave!Hark! from wasted moor and fen,Feverous alley, stifling den,Swells the wail of ...
A man must earn his hour of peace, Must pay for it with hours of strife and care,Must win by ...
You shall hear how Pau-Puk-Keewis, How the handsome Yenadizze Danced at Hiawatha's wedding; How the gentle Chibiabos, He the sweetest ...
Tis true of courage I'm no mistress No Boadicia nor Thalestriss Nor shall I e'er be famed hereafter For such ...
We sat together at one summer's end, That beautiful mild woman, your close friend, And you and I, and talked ...
I sit in the twilight dim At the close of an idle day, And I list to the soft sweet ...
Scene, on an Eminence on one of those Downs, which afford to the South a view of the Sea; to ...
In the willows along the river at Pleasure Bay A catbird singing, never the same phrase twice. Here under the ...
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