Locked Inside (Charlotte Perkins Stetson Gilman Poems)
She beats upon her bolted door, With faint weak hands;Drearily walks the narrow floor;Sullenly sits, blank walls before; Despairing ...
She beats upon her bolted door, With faint weak hands;Drearily walks the narrow floor;Sullenly sits, blank walls before; Despairing ...
Do I see a contest yonder? See I miracles or pastimes? Beauteous urchins, five in number, 'Gainst five sisters fair ...
By neer resemblance see that Bird betray'd Who takes the well wrought Arras for a shade There hopes to pearch ...
To Imagination Whilst yet mine Eyes do surfeit with delight, My woeful Heart, imprison'd in my breast, Wisheth to be ...
To Despair I ever love where never hope appears, Yet hope draws on my never-hoping care, And my life's hope ...
Batter my heart, three-personed God; for you As yet but knock, breathe, shine, and seek to mend; That I may ...
A poet's cat, sedate and grave As poet well could wish to have, Was much addicted to inquire For nooks ...
Hark! 'tis the twanging horn! O'er yonder bridge, That with its wearisome but needful length Bestrides the wintry flood, in ...
I My hair is gray, but not with years, Nor grew it white In a single night, As men's have ...
We hugg, imprison, hang, and save, This foe, this friend, our Lord, our slave. While thus I hang, you threatned ...
Let Ramah rejoice with Cochineal. Let Gaba rejoice with the Prickly Pear, which the Cochineal feeds on. Let Nebo rejoice ...
O'er the dark pines she sees the silver moon, And in the west, all tremulous, a star; And soothing sweet ...
O thou who from the mountain's height Roll'st down thy clouds with all their weight Of waters to old Niles ...
Careful Observers may fortel the Hour (By sure Prognosticks) when to dread a Show'r: While Rain depends, the pensive Cat ...
One of her hands one of her cheeks lay under, Cosening the pillow of a lawful kiss, Which therefore swell'd, ...
So am I as the rich, whose blessed key Can bring him to his sweet up-locked treasure, The which he ...
That god forbid that made me first your slave, I should in thought control your times of pleasure, Or at ...
Lo, here the gentle lark, weary of rest, From his moist cabinet mounts up on high, And wakes the morning, ...
Part 1 WHAT dire Offence from am'rous Causes springs, What mighty Contests rise from trivial Things, I sing -- This ...
Not with more glories, in th' etherial plain, The sun first rises o'er the purpled main, Than, issuing forth, the ...
After two sittings, now our Lady State To end her picture does the third time wait. But ere thou fall'st ...
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