Contentment (Ada Cambridge Poems)
Is it a virtue, as the sages say, The "trivial round and common task" to ply, And for no wider ...
Is it a virtue, as the sages say, The "trivial round and common task" to ply, And for no wider ...
By the Laws of the Family Circle 'tis written in letters of brass That only a Colonel from Chatham can ...
(It is not for them to criticize too minutely the methods the Irish followed, though they might deplore some of ...
Southampton Docks: October 1899 Here, where Vespasian's legions struck the sands, And Cendric with the Saxons entered in, And Henry's ...
At 1:00 in the morning on a moonlit, starlit night in northern Maine, in the Allagash Wilderness silent strangers, worked ...
Where wail the waters in their flaw A spectre wanders to and fro, And evermore that ghostly shore Bemoans the ...
They will soon be down To one, but he still will be For a little while still will be stopping ...
We came to find the place contained in legendary tracts, the hidden land of fulsome wealth that we had sorely ...
No, she said, I never knew it was your first. It doesn't matter anyway. I always had an inkling that ...
Why can't I keep out of harm's way? Am I so preoccupied, simultaneously looking ahead, concurrently looking behind; concerned to ...
I have experienc'd The worst, the World can wreak on me--the worst That can make Life indifferent, yet disturb With ...
Now darkness ponds upon the violet hills; cicadas sing; the tall elms gently sway; and night bends near, a deepening ...
there's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out but I'm too tough for him, I say, stay ...
1. DREAMS I was an ice baby. I turned to sky blue. My tears became two glass beads. My mouth ...
The pact that we made was the ordinary pact of men & women in those days I don't know who ...
How this tart fable instructs And mocks! Here's the parody of that moral mousetrap Set in the proverbs stitched on ...
I make a pact with you, Walt Whitman-- I have detested you long enough. I come to you as a ...
We played dolls in that house where Father staggered with the Thanksgiving knife, where Mother wept at noon into her ...
Perplexed and troubled at his bad success The Tempter stood, nor had what to reply, Discovered in his fraud, thrown ...
And do you think that love itself, Living in such an ugly house, Can prosper long? We meet and part; ...
With our hearts like drifting suns, had we but walked, As often before, the April fields till star-light Silkened over ...
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