Dust (Celia Laighton Thaxter Poems)
Here is a problem, a wonder for all to see. Look at this marvelous thing I hold in my ...
Here is a problem, a wonder for all to see. Look at this marvelous thing I hold in my ...
All their lives in a box! What generations,"What centuries of masters, not meaning to be cruelBut needing their labour, taught ...
Composed as I am, like others, of elements on certain well-known lists,father's seed and mother's egggathering earth, air, fire, mostly ...
Win' that blaws the simmer plaidOwer the hie hill's shoothers laid,Green wi' gerse, an' reid wi' heather—Welcome wi' yer sowl-like ...
OH, sweet was the eve when I came from the mill,Adown the green windings of Mulberry hill:My heart like a ...
Armed of the gods! Divinest conqueror! What soundless hosts are thine! Nor pomp, nor state, Nor token, to betray where ...
The joy, in the letter, is the living faith, deep within him, the faith of his mother, his grandmother, carried ...
We shall not ask for the precious pearl of the Duke of Sui, nor for the priceless jade disk of ...
At the end of a long-walled garden in a red provincial town, A brick path led to a mulberry- scanty ...
I wanted to see the self, so I looked at the mulberry. It had no trouble accepting its limits, yet ...
You are not beautiful, exactly. You are beautiful, inexactly. You let a weed grow by the mulberry And a mulberry ...
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...
Fanfare of northwest wind, a bluejay wind announces autumn, and the equinox rolls back blue bays to a far afternoon. ...
I dwell apart by the River Qi, Where the Eastern wilds stretch far without hills. The sun darkens beyond the ...
Let Ramah rejoice with Cochineal. Let Gaba rejoice with the Prickly Pear, which the Cochineal feeds on. Let Nebo rejoice ...
When half the drowsy world's a-bed And misty morning rises red, With jollity of horn and lusty cheer, Young Nimrod ...
In the land of Wu the mulberry leaves are green, And thrice the silkworms have gone to sleep. In East ...
The black bull bellowed before the sea. The sea, till that day orderly, Hove up against Bendylaw. The queen in ...
Come, let us all sing very high And all sing very loud And keep on singing in the street Until ...
A Song in Chinese Tapestries "How, how," he said. "Friend Chang," I said, "San Francisco sleeps as the dead- Ended ...
I asked the old Negro, "What is that bird that sings so well?" He answered: "That is the Rachel-Jane." "Hasn't ...
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