A Summer Morning Picture (Elizabeth Oakes Smith Poems)
The Sabbath morning from the night awoke All sunshine crowned: rough men disdaining toil Had cleared their brows from work-day's ...
The Sabbath morning from the night awoke All sunshine crowned: rough men disdaining toil Had cleared their brows from work-day's ...
Weep, weep, weep and weep,For pauper, dolt, and slave!Hark! from wasted moor and fen,Feverous alley, stifling den,Swells the wail of ...
Thy shadow, Earth, from Pole to Central Sea, Now steals along upon the Moon's meek shine In even monochrome and ...
In darkness the loud sea makes moan; And earth is shaken, and all evils creep About her ways. Oh, now ...
In darkness the loud sea makes moan; And earth is shaken, and all evils creep About her ways. Oh, now ...
MY lov'd, my honour'd, much respected friend! No mercenary bard his homage pays; With honest pride, I scorn each selfish ...
That which he did not feel, he would not sing; What most he felt, religion it was to hide In ...
MY father was a farmer upon the Carrick border, O, And carefully he bred me in decency and order, O; ...
Fled foam underneath us, and round us, a wandering and milky smoke, High as the Saddle-girth, covering away from our ...
Blessings on thee, little man, Barefoot boy, with cheek of tan! With thy turned-up pantaloons, And thy merry whistled tunes; ...
This English Thames is holier far than Rome, Those harebells like a sudden flush of sea Breaking across the woodland, ...
Dosn't thou 'ear my 'erse's legs, as they canters awaäy? Proputty, proputty, proputty--that's what I 'ears 'em saäy. Proputty, proputty, ...
Now the November skies, And the clouds that are thin and gray, That drop with the wind away; A flood ...
Because my teeth are feebly few I cannot bolt my grub like you, But have to chew and chew and ...
There are strange things done in the midnight sun By the men who moil for gold; The Arctic trails have ...
Over the borders, a sin without pardon, Breaking the branches and crawling below, Out through the breach in the wall ...
NOT thine where marble-still and white Old statues share the tempered light And mock the uneven modern flight, But in ...
I. THE VOICE OF THE MAN IMPATIENT WITH VISIONS AND UTOPIAS We find your soft Utopias as white As new-cut ...
A BROADSIDE DISTRIBUTED IN SPRINGFIELD, ILLINOIS Censers are swinging, Over the town; Censers are swinging, Look overhead! Censers are swinging, ...
Chapter I. Once on a time, a Dawn, all red and bright Leapt on the conquered ramparts of the Night, ...
To range, deep-wrapt, along a heavenly height, O'erseeing all that man but undersees; To loiter down lone alleys of delight, ...
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