My Name Was Martha (Martha Moulsworth Poems)
A Renaissance Woman'sAutobiographical PoemNouember the 10th 1632The Memorandum of Martha MoulsworthWiddoweThe tenth day of the winter month NouemberA day which ...
A Renaissance Woman'sAutobiographical PoemNouember the 10th 1632The Memorandum of Martha MoulsworthWiddoweThe tenth day of the winter month NouemberA day which ...
Blest is the man, who from the womb,To saintship him betakes,And when too soon his child shall come,A long confession ...
Almost every other evening jest as reg'lar as the clockWhen we're settin' down ter supper, wife and I, there comes ...
O chillen run, de Cunjah man,Him mouf ez beeg ez fryin' pan,Him yurs am small, him eyes am raid,Him hab ...
Bring Kateen-beug and Maurya JudeTo dance in Beg-Innish,And when the lads (they're in Dunquin)Have sold their crabs and fish,Wave fawny ...
CHRIST WAS BORN, KING OF GLORYin midwinter, mighty prince,eternal, almighty, on the eighth day,Healer, called, heaven's ...
FOR THE ART EXHIBITION AT ST. JUDE'S, WHITECHAPELLIKE a fair flower springing fresh, sweet, and bright, Through prison ...
cry your dreams child, cry silent your screams as still again, those masters of war face our souls and try ...
at seventeen was i, so old so young. and it was there i first met war. i saw their broken ...
sail on, when the sun is gone when the wind rises off a river slow when you hear no more ...
carry the roads, move along. a song wears a long winter wind and i reasons to believe seasons to run, ...
nowhere left to go standing, at the crossroads just a man. searching the sand for his fingerprints, lost so long ...
water for dance shadows last. walk the paris streets, slow. sweet rain, all their eyes linger within my soul, evening. ...
highway dancing during a long day of running my thumb, carrying me nowhere grew tired, a sunset and beauty carved ...
lost in a mirror star dreams on a night stage. before broken songs i just continue to dance while my ...
in the night the deep deep night do i dance where mirror images are lost within i bleed across the ...
i walk the dream where the street breathes in the shadow of moon-light, the lovers night. oh, sweet love long ...
on years, on the dance of whispers. where have we gone when the merry pranksters painted the soul of a ...
young girl with her south china sea eyes where an ocean wind sighs stands as she tries. in the silence ...
Persevering grace. Jude 1:24,25. To God the only wise, Our Savior and our King, Let all the saints below the ...
Talking of poetry, hauling the books arm-full to the table where the heads bend or gaze upward, listening, reading aloud, ...
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