Author to her Book, The (Anne Bradstreet Poems)
Thou ill-form'd offspring of my feeble brain,Who after birth did'st by my side remain,Till snatcht from thence by friends, less ...
Thou ill-form'd offspring of my feeble brain,Who after birth did'st by my side remain,Till snatcht from thence by friends, less ...
She left the port in gallant style, With sails and streamers full and free!I watched her course for many a mile Far ...
What need to tell thee o'er and o'er again What eyes to eyes have spoken silently And heart to heart hath uttered? ...
Unequalled Virgin, the second ornamentOf the human race, whose dignity has not diminishedHer humility, nor has humility lessened her generosity ...
THE holy bell, untouched by human hands, Clanged suddenly, and tolled with solemn knell.Between the massive, blazoned temple-doors,Thrown wide, to ...
MARIATTA--WAINAMOINEN'S DEPARTURE.Mariatta, child of beauty,Grew to maidenhood in Northland,In the cabin of her father,In the chambers of her mother,Golden ringlets, ...
WAINAMOINEN'S SAILING.Wainamoinen, old and faithful,Spake these words to Ilmarinen:"O thou wonder-working brother,Let us go to Sariola,There to gain the magic ...
THE VICAR.WHERE ends our chancel in a vaulted space,Sleep the departed Vicars of the place;Of most, all mention, memory, thought ...
MAIDEN OF THE RAINBOW.Pohyola's fair and winsome daughter,Glory of the land and water,Sat upon the bow of heaven,On its highest ...
IShe was spoken off Saint Vincent, outward bound . . .Some lumber-laden barque from Puget Sound,Heaving her sodden deck-load through ...
O brother bards, why stand ye silent all, Amidst these days of noble strife,While drum and fife and the ...
Who is a Christian in this Christian land Of many churches and of lofty spires? Not he who sits in ...
Never stoops the soaring vulture On his quarry in the desert, On the sick or wounded bison, But another vulture, ...
is by admitting or opening away. This is the simplest form of current: Blue moving through blue; blue through purple; ...
YOUR name with ev'ry pleasure here I place, The last effusions of my muse to grace. O charming Phillis! may ...
You weren't well or really ill yet either; just a little tired, your handsomeness tinged by grief or anticipation, which ...
Thou ill-form'd offspring of my feeble brain, Who after birth did'st by my side remain, Till snatcht from thence by ...
Per me si va ne la citt? dolente, per me si va ne l'etterno dolore, per me si va tra ...
I must be flattered. The imperious Desire speaks out. Lady, I am content To play with you the game of ...
We were supposed to do a job in Italy and, full of our feeling for ourselves (our sense of being ...
--The Carpathian Frontier, October, 1968 --for my brother Once, in a foreign country, I was suddenly ill. I was driving ...
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