The Promise of the Morning Star (Amy Lowell Poem)
Thou father of the children of my brain By thee engendered in my willing heart, How can I thank thee ...
Thou father of the children of my brain By thee engendered in my willing heart, How can I thank thee ...
BOOK I Deep in the shady sadness of a vale Far sunken from the healthy breath of morn, Far from ...
(to where the ashes of both my parents are strewn) i) ok the pair of you lie still what's disturbing ...
THE Epigrams bearing the title of XENIA were written by Goethe and Schiller together, having been first occasioned by some ...
Like a good parent an assistant to the potter a servant of the gardener there when the master calls Watching, ...
In all things in our joys and our sorrows our struggles and our triumphs the hands of the creator the ...
Into the fold found after looking returning to the arms of our worried parent Joy in the finding and being ...
The claims of the party rehashing the past repeating his old claims not letting go, to the last Holding onto ...
A father, grandfather, everyman pondering, musing, breathing out the lessons our children teach in word and in deed, mirroring our ...
The oak leaf freshly fallen dry against the wet payment caught where it fitfully was perched before being grasped, propelled ...
I thought myself indeed secure, So fast the door, so firm the lock; But, lo! he toddling comes to lure ...
I LATELY vowed to leave the nuns alone, So oft their freaks have in my page been shown. The subject ...
Oh, may I join the choir invisible Of those immortal dead who live again In minds made better by their ...
I. Soon Of all the springtimes of the world This one is the ugliest Of all of my ways of ...
When was the beginning, in the fertilising, in the flower, or was it deeper, in the earth beneath? No end ...
For months on end the pumpkins lay at peace, their parent vines had all but browned and died although a ...
I sing the Name which None can say But touch't with An interiour Ray: The Name of our New Peace; ...
Hast thou a charm to stay the morning-star In his steep course? So long he seems to pause On thy ...
Ungrateful he, who pluck'd thee from thy stalk, Poor faded flow'ret! on his careless way; Inhal'd awhile thy odours on ...
The wind was rough which tore That leaf from its parent tree The fate was cruel which bore The withering ...
The winter wind is loud and wild, Come close to me, my darling child; Forsake thy books, and mateless play; ...
Death! that struck when I was most confiding In my certain faith of joy to be - Strike again, Time's ...
When beechen buds begin to swell, And woods the blue-bird's warble know, The yellow violet's modest bell Peeps from last-year's ...
A Fragment of a Turkish Tale The tale which these disjointed fragments present, is founded upon circumstances now less common ...
Missolonghi, Jan. 22, 1824 'Tis time this heart should be unmoved, Since others it hath ceased to move: Yet, though ...
BEAUTEOUS Rosebud, young and gay, Blooming in thy early May, Never may'st thou, lovely flower, Chilly shrink in sleety shower! ...
About a hundred and fifty years ago, History relates it happened so, A big ship sailed from the shores of ...
Margaret Simpson was the daughter of humble parents in the county of Ayr, With a comely figure, and face of ...
There lived in Munich a poor, weakly youth, But for the exact date, I cannot vouch for the truth, And ...
I I have loved England, dearly and deeply, Since that first morning, shining and pure, The white cliffs of Dover ...
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