Pilate’s Wife’s Dream (Charlotte Bronte Poems)
I've quenched my lamp, I struck it in that start Which every limb convulsed, I heard it fall The crash ...
I've quenched my lamp, I struck it in that start Which every limb convulsed, I heard it fall The crash ...
Oh! could I hope the wise and pure in heart Might hear my song without a frown, nor deem My ...
I dreamt I was in love again With the One Before the Last, And smiled to greet the pleasant pain ...
(A Virginia Legend.) The Planting of the Hemp. Captain Hawk scourged clean the seas (Black is the gap below the ...
WITNESS FOR TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA PEACE In San Francisco around Easter time last year, they had a trout fishing ...
She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that's best of dark and ...
Our wounds to time, from all the other times, sea-times slow, the times of galaxies fleeing, the dwarfs' dead times, ...
A tiger comes to mind. The twilight here Exalts the vast and busy Library And seems to set the bookshelves ...
We sit together and talk, or smoke in silence. You say (but use no words) 'this night is passing As ...
More towers must yet be built-more towers destroyed- Great rocks hoisted in air; And he must seek his bread in ...
I pray to the sunbeam from the window - It is pale, thin, straight. Since morning I have been silent, ...
I hear the oriole's always-grieving voice, And the rich summer's welcome loss I hear In the sickle's serpentine hiss Cutting ...
Not under foreign skies Nor under foreign wings protected - I shared all this with my own people There, where ...
Starspangled cowboy sauntering out of the almost- silly West, on your face a porcelain grin, tugging a papier-mache cactus on ...
OF all the numerous ills that hurt our peace, That press the soul, or wring the mind with anguish Beyond ...
I am like, They tell me, my dear father. Broader brows Howbeit, upon a slenderer undergrowth Of delicate ...
Yes, call me by my pet-name! let me hear The name I used to run at, when a child, From ...
THEL'S MOTTO 1 Does the Eagle know what is in the pit? 2 Or wilt thou go ask the Mole? ...
Twas on a Holy Thursday their innocent faces clean The children walking two & two in red & blue & ...
How sweet is the Shepherd's sweet lot, From the morn to the evening he strays: He shall follow his sheep ...
when I look back now at the abuse I took from her I feel shame that I was so innocent, ...
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