The Foster-Child (Mary Elizabeth Robinson Poems)
IN IMITATION OF SPENCER.CANTO I.'MID Cambria's hills a lowly cottage stood,Circled with mossy tufts of sombre green;A vagrant brook flow'd ...
IN IMITATION OF SPENCER.CANTO I.'MID Cambria's hills a lowly cottage stood,Circled with mossy tufts of sombre green;A vagrant brook flow'd ...
Frank-hearted hostess of the field and wood,Gypsy, whose roof is every spreading tree,June is the pearl of our New England ...
ARGUMENT. The Nymphs, who preside over springs and rivulets, are addressed at day-break, in honor of their several functions, and ...
Miss Thompson at HomeIn her lone cottage on the downs,With winds and blizzards and great crownsOf shining cloud, with wheeling ...
He sat by me in school. His face is now Vividly in my mind, as if he went From me but yesterday--its ...
It is a place whither I've often goneFor peace, and found it, secret, hushed, and cool,A beautiful recess in neighboring ...
having chosen exile, madness, obliviontheir striped clothes fadedfaces palethey sleep so heavilythe hospital garden is still empty, wind sweepsthe dust, ...
I cannot reach it; and my striving eyeDazzles at it, as at eternity.Were now that chronicle alive,Those white designs which ...
Part 1.This Indian weed now wither'd quite,Though green at noon, cut down at nightShows thy decay;All flesh is hay.Thus think, ...
You could grow into it,that sense of living like a dog,loyal to being on your own in the fur of ...
Some that have deeper digg'd love's mine than I,Say, where his centric happiness doth lie; I have lov'd, and got, and ...
Yet once more, Harp of prophecy, once moreFondly I come soliciting thine aid;By whose celestial minstrelsy inspiredThe saintly Enoch walk'd ...
Over the great windy waters, and over the clear-crested summits, Unto the sun and the sky, and unto the perfecter ...
PART I.This Indian weed, now withered quite,Though green at noon, cut down at night,Shows thy decay;All flesh is hay:Thus think, ...
I went to the dances at Chandlerville, And played snap-out at Winchester. One time we changed partners, Driving home in ...
Ay, thou art for the grave; thy glances shine Too brightly to shine long; another Spring Shall deck her for ...
The Argument. Rintrah roars & shakes his fires in the burdend air; Hungry clouds swag on the deep Once meek, ...
1. Mother, my Mary Gray, once resident of Gloucester and Essex County, a photostat of your will arrived in the ...
For a Man is to be looked upon in that which he excells as on a prospect. For there be ...
The First Epistle Awake, my ST. JOHN!(1) leave all meaner things To low ambition, and the pride of Kings. Let ...
I went to the dances at Chandlerville, And played snap-out at Winchester. One time we changed partners, Driving home in ...
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