Mother and Daughter- Sonnet Sequence (Augusta Davies Webster Poems)
IYoung laughters, and my music! Aye till now The voice can reach no blending minors near; ...
IYoung laughters, and my music! Aye till now The voice can reach no blending minors near; ...
Our Skeeta was married, our Skeeta! the tomboy and pet of the ...
Rabbi Ben Horad was a learned man, Of gentle ways, who taught a pious flock,So small, at morn and eve ...
Down the palm-way from Eden in the mid-night Lay dreaming Eve by her outdriven mate, Pillowed on lilies ...
IBreathers of wisdom won without a quest,Quaint uncouth dreamers, voices high and strange,Flutists of land where beauty hath no change,And ...
Put on a clean shirtbefore you die, some Russian said.Nothing with drool, please,no egg spots, no blood,no sweat, no sperm.You ...
Villages to the horizons, extends the field from our maternity; Spring has just arrived. The light veil of snow is ...
He who knows all things knows not nowWhither He came, or why, or how.He who sees all things can but ...
WHEN you paced forth, to wait maternity, A dream of other offspring held my mind, Compounded of us twain as ...
Like a father in the nursery the maternity ward seeing His Son before Him shouting a loving word Giving out ...
FACING west, from California's shores, Inquiring, tireless, seeking what is yet unfound, I, a child, very old, over waves, towards ...
1 AS a strong bird on pinions free, Joyous, the amplest spaces heavenward cleaving, Such be the thought I'd think ...
1 I SING the Body electric; The armies of those I love engirth me, and I engirth them; They will ...
1 AS I sat alone, by blue Ontario's shore, As I mused of these mighty days, and of peace return'd, ...
SPONTANEOUS me, Nature, The loving day, the mounting sun, the friend I am happy with, The arm of my friend ...
AS at thy portals also death, Entering thy sovereign, dim, illimitable grounds, To memories of my mother, to the divine ...
Put on a clean shirt before you die, some Russian said. Nothing with drool, please, no egg spots, no blood, ...
I've sung of Violet de Vere, that slinky, minky dame, Of Gertie of the Diamond Tooth, and Touch-the-Button Nell, And ...
A Poem for Three Voices Setting: A Maternity Ward and round about FIRST VOICE: I am slow as the world. ...
I Where the wings of a sunny Dome expand I saw a Banner in gladsome air- Starry, like Berenice's Hair- ...
I I have loved England, dearly and deeply, Since that first morning, shining and pure, The white cliffs of Dover ...
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