On a Blind Girl Working for the Seamen’s Union (Emily Mary Barton Poems)
YES, she is blind! You well might doubt her doom,Seeing her softly move across the room:And from the organ, in ...
YES, she is blind! You well might doubt her doom,Seeing her softly move across the room:And from the organ, in ...
I am a native of the land of Erin,and lately banished from that lovely shore;I left behind my aged parentsand ...
Throughout Australian History no tongue or pen can tell Of such preconcerted treachery — there is no parallel ...
In Dublin town I was brought up, in that city of great fame. My decent friends and parents, they will ...
In a rather tiny building at the bottom of the street,With a green door and a window small and very ...
Veils, everywhere float veils; veils long and black,Framing white faces, oft-times young and fair,But, like a rose touched by untimely ...
Come, all you jolly natives, and I'll relate to youSome of my observations — adventures, too, a few.I've travelled about ...
h, these old friends of ours! Sixty years back, Bearded and booted, they followed the track, Came like their Saxon ...
One Sunday morning, as I went walking,By Brisbane waters I chanced to stray.I heard a pris'ner his fate bewailingWhile on ...
Some reckon their age by years,Some measure their life by art;But some tell their days by the flood of their ...
I saw fond lovers in that glowThat oft-times fades away too soon:I saw and said, "Their joy I know—I, too, ...
Another prospect pleased the builder's eye, And Fashion tenanted (where Fashion wanes) Here in the sorrowful suburban lanes When first ...
There are who lord it o'er their fellow-men With most prevailing tinsel: who unpen Their baaing vanities, to browse away ...
My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some ...
In Ionia whence sprang old poets' fame, From whom that sea did first derive her name, The blessed bed whereon ...
Another prospect pleased the builder's eye, And Fashion tenanted (where Fashion wanes) Here in the sorrowful suburban lanes When first ...
Ah whither, Love, wilt thou now carry me? What wontless fury dost thou now inspire Into my feeble breast, too ...
AH whither, Love, wilt thou now carry me? What wontless fury dost thou now inspire Into my feeble breast, too ...
Holland, that scarce deserves the name of Land, As but th'Off-scouring of the Brittish Sand; And so much Earth as ...
I, who erewhile the happy Garden sung By one man's disobedience lost, now sing Recovered Paradise to all mankind, By ...
The Angel ended, and in Adam's ear So charming left his voice, that he a while Thought him still speaking, ...
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