The Miseries of Man (Anne Killigrew Poem)
IN that so temperate Soil Arcadia nam'd, For fertile Pasturage by Poets fam'd; Stands a steep Hill, whose lofty jetting ...
IN that so temperate Soil Arcadia nam'd, For fertile Pasturage by Poets fam'd; Stands a steep Hill, whose lofty jetting ...
Primitive I ate my fill of a whale that died And stranded after a month at sea. . . . ...
Imprimis he was "broke." Thereafter left His Regiment and, later, took to drink; Then, having lost the balance of his ...
Out of the poisonous East, Over a continent of blight, Like a maleficent Influence released From the most squalid cellerage ...
name meaning thread weaver or duck (these may be guesses from obscurity) ten-year faithful wife whilst her husband was gallivanting ...
From before Christ's time maybe back to Cain and Abel wanting to have maybe even the garden the fall itself ...
Our hope in God not in material wealth not in the things we have but in what God gives His ...
In the brother's question something of his heart wanting his brother's portion the inheritance he was given as if it ...
They were living, pursuing seeking after other wealth not the material trappings of life not holding back, giving all selling ...
Alienation is our separation from God and Man Loving ourselves more than God Ignoring God's call for our lives Envy, ...
Similiter et omnes revereantur Diaconos, ut mandatum Jesu Christi; et Episcopum, ut Jesum Christum, existentem filium Patris; Presbyteros autem, ut ...
One need not be a Chamber -- to be Haunted -- One need not be a House -- The Brain ...
THE PROLOGUE. The Sompnour in his stirrups high he stood, Upon this Friar his hearte was so wood,* *furious That ...
The First Voice HE trilled a carol fresh and free, He laughed aloud for very glee: There came a breeze ...
The way the dog trots out the front door every morning without a hat or an umbrella, without any money ...
I know it's a bad title but I'm giving it to myself as a gift on a day nearly canceled ...
WITNESS FOR TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA PEACE In San Francisco around Easter time last year, they had a trout fishing ...
WHEN Nature her great master-piece design'd, And fram'd her last, best work, the human mind, Her eye intent on all ...
Orpheus liked the glad personal quality Of the things beneath the sky. Of course, Eurydice was a part Of this. ...
The world is full of women who'd tell me I should be ashamed of myself if they had the chance. ...
A Poem for Three Voices Setting: A Maternity Ward and round about FIRST VOICE: I am slow as the world. ...
The smile of iceboxes annihilates me. Such blue currents in the veins of my loved one! I hear her great ...
(1) This is the sea, then, this great abeyance. How the sun's poultice draws on my inflammation. Electrifyingly-colored sherbets, scooped ...
One thing that literature would be greatly the better for Would be a more restricted employment by the authors of ...
PART I O! nothing earthly save the ray (Thrown back from flowers) of Beauty's eye, As in those gardens where ...
Hail, holy Light, offspring of Heaven firstborn, Or of the Eternal coeternal beam May I express thee unblam'd? since God ...
Suppose it is nothing but the hive: That there are drones and workers And queens, and nothing but storing honey ...
I, too, dislike it: there are things that are important beyond all this fiddle. Reading it, however, with a perfect ...
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