An Ode On Anger (Emma Lyon Poems)
WHO shall paint Anger in his furious form? The gloomy frown, the flashing of the storm,The violence that overleaps ...
WHO shall paint Anger in his furious form? The gloomy frown, the flashing of the storm,The violence that overleaps ...
By neer resemblance see that Bird betray'dWho takes the well wrought Arras for a shadeThere hopes to pearch and with ...
THE PANGS that guard the gates of joy, the naked sword that will be kist, how distant seem'd they to ...
In whatsoever place residesGood Temper, she o'er all presides;The most obdurate heart she guides.Even Anger yields unto her power,And sullen ...
I had visited her often,Long had sought, with vain endeavor,Her obdurate heart to soften;But she answered, "never, never."Then it softened ...
all is still on this starless night the mountain waits quiescent as a cat smoothing crag and chasm to a ...
JOHN courts Perrette; but all in vain; Love's sweetest oaths, and tears, and sighs All potent spells her heart to ...
By neer resemblance see that Bird betray'd Who takes the well wrought Arras for a shade There hopes to pearch ...
A little Snow was here and there Disseminated in her Hair -- Since she and I had met and played ...
New England. 1 Alas, dear Mother, fairest Queen and best, 2 With honour, wealth, and peace happy and blest, 3 ...
I. That was I, you heard last night, When there rose no moon at all, Nor, to pierce the strained ...
I My love, this is the bitterest, that thou Who art all truth and who dost love me now As ...
Apollo's wrath to man the dreadful spring Of ills innum'rous, tuneful goddess, sing! Thou who did'st first th' ideal pencil ...
Hail, mildly pleasing solitude, Companion of the wise and good; But, from whose holy, piercing eye, The herd of fools, ...
1 AS I sat alone, by blue Ontario's shore, As I mused of these mighty days, and of peace return'd, ...
NOW bare to the beholder's eye Your late denuded bindings lie, Subsiding slowly where they fell, A disinvested citadel; The ...
For Leonard Baskin To his house the bodiless Come to barter endlessly Vision, wisdom, for bodies Palpable as his, and ...
We were a tribe, a family, a people. Wallace and Bruce guard now a painted field, And all may read ...
As one who in his journey bates at noon, Though bent on speed; so here the Arch-Angel paused Betwixt the ...
All night the dreadless Angel, unpursued, Through Heaven's wide champain held his way; till Morn, Waked by the circling Hours, ...
Of Man's first disobedience, and the fruit Of that forbidden tree whose mortal taste Brought death into the World, and ...
© 2020 Inspirational Stories