Resipiscentia (Constance Naden Poems)
Ye must be born again. FIRST VOICE.GOOD morrow, comrade! Whence that look elate? Where are thy sins and fears, a ...
Ye must be born again. FIRST VOICE.GOOD morrow, comrade! Whence that look elate? Where are thy sins and fears, a ...
Light of my lives! Is the time not yet? Lo, I've brooded on a starThrough many a year, with the ...
(A GEOLOGICAL ADDRESS)"Speak, O man, less recent! Fragmentary fossil!Primal pioneer of pliocene formation,Hid in lowest drifts below the earliest stratum ...
Is that the only way we can become like Indians, like Rhinoceri, like Quartz Crystals, like organic farmers, like what ...
When close by my bed the Death Angel shall stand And deliver his summons, at last;When my brow feels the ...
Saint Paul has said this mortal shall arise Freed from its grossness, palpable in form, Vital, organic, pulsing with a ...
Nowhere in the organic or sensitive world ever kindles Novelty, save in the flower, noblest creation of ...
Then what is the answer?- Not to be deluded by dreams. To know that great civilizations have broken down into ...
Sunned in the South, and here to-day; --If all organic things Be sentient, Flowers, as some men say, What are ...
All across the region people rising standing against the tyrants yearning for freedom The cry for change organic, sweeping moving ...
We must stand with them not be duped by the madman convinced to label them as rebels when they are ...
That the will of God would be seen in the transformation the hopes of the people that the rulers, the ...
Gossamer bags Clutched in the treetops Drink the morning dew Glisten in the early light Tent caterpillar homes, now vacant ...
My pensive SARA ! thy soft cheek reclined Thus on mine arm, most soothing sweet it is To sit beside ...
(Composed at Clevedon, Somersetshire) My pensive Sara! thy soft cheek reclined Thus on mine arm, most soothing sweet it is ...
SEA, SEA RIDER The man who owned the bookstore was not magic. He was not a three-legged crow on the ...
Sometimes I stroll through forests just sprayed for the gypsy moths. I throw a rock into the bushes to distract ...
O MATER! O fils! O brood continental! O flowers of the prairies! O space boundless! O hum of mighty products! ...
1 AS I sat alone, by blue Ontario's shore, As I mused of these mighty days, and of peace return'd, ...
YOU just maturing youth! You male or female! Remember the organic compact of These States, Remember the pledge of the ...
Nowhere in the organic or sensitive world ever kindles Novelty, save in the flower, noblest creation of life. (Friedrich von ...
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