Gethsemane (Charlotte Eliza Dixon Poems)
THERE is a garden, scene of sad delight,Where oft my mournful spirit loves to rove,When all is silent round at ...
THERE is a garden, scene of sad delight,Where oft my mournful spirit loves to rove,When all is silent round at ...
O! friend of Solitude, appear,O! nymph to Contemplation dear,Who oft invokes thy aid;Amid the busy cares of day,No moment owns ...
NOT IN THE MANNER, BUT IN THE SPIRIT OF COLLINS. Deep in yon bed of whispering reedsThy airy harp shall ...
You know what it is to be born alone, Baby tortoise! The first day to heave your feet little by ...
1 Let observation with extensive view, 2 Survey mankind, from China to Peru; 3 Remark each anxious toil, each eager ...
The small pond shimmering the light breeze creating waves yet, in the lee of the grasses far less than reed ...
I heard the heavy drops falling individually, thump, thump, a staccato symphony onto the hard-tack ground the thin dirt, no ...
He said his name was Billy, he worked in the same spot in this place the same spot he said ...
The West Village by then was changing; before long the rundown brownstones at its farthest edge would have slipped into ...
Notus in fratres animi paterni. Hor. Carm. lib.II.2. A bless?d lot hath he, who having passed His youth and early ...
The critical attitude Strikes many people as unfruitful That is because they find the state Impervious to their criticism But ...
ADVERTISEMENT "The grand army of the Turks, (in 1715), under the Prime Vizier, to open to themselves a way into ...
GRIM monarch! see, depriv'd of vital breath, A young physician in the dust of death: Dost thou go on incessant ...
WE two-how long we were fool'd! Now transmuted, we swiftly escape, as Nature escapes; We are Nature-long have we been ...
I Laugh at Life: its antics make for me a giddy games, Where only foolish fellows take themselves with solemn ...
(To Mrs. Henry Richards) Isaac and Archibald were two old men. I knew them, and I may have laughed at ...
TERRIFIC FIEND! thou Monster fell, Condemn'd in haunts profane to dwell, Why quit thy solitary Home, O'er wide Creation's paths ...
PALE GODDESS of the witching hour; Blest Contemplation's placid friend; Oft in my solitary bow'r, I mark thy lucid beam ...
She wore little teeth of pearls around her neck. They were grinning politely and evenly at me. Unsuitable they smirked. ...
I am not the piston in the flower or The bulging seed throttled by pollen But a separate figure expectant ...
Mean while the heinous and despiteful act Of Satan, done in Paradise; and how He, in the serpent, had perverted ...
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