Frances Keeps Her Promise (Adelaide O Keeffe Poems)
MY Fanny, I have news to tell, Your diligence quite pleases me; You've work'd so neatly, read so well, With ...
MY Fanny, I have news to tell, Your diligence quite pleases me; You've work'd so neatly, read so well, With ...
MY Fanny, I have news to tell, Your diligence quite pleases me; You've work'd so neatly, read so well, With ...
Weep not too much, my darling;Sigh not too oft for me;Say not the face of NatureHas lost its charm for ...
It's when the birds go piping and the daylight slowly breaks,That, clamoring for his dinner, our precious baby wakes;Then it's ...
THANK God, our liberating lanceGoes flaming on the way to France! To France--the trail the Gurkhas found; To France--old England's ...
Meeting with Time, slack thing, said I, Thy sithe is dull; whet it for shame.No marvell Sir, he did replie,If ...
Hurrah for the fourth of July! Throw out your flag to the breeze!Let your wild shouts ascend the sky, And ...
128Bring me the sunset in a cup,Reckon the morning's flagons upAnd say how many Dew,Tell me how far the morning ...
Had I an envied name and purse of gold,My friends were more than all my wants twice told;Reduced to rags ...
Here lies, to each her parents' ruth,Mary, the daughter of their youth;Yet all heaven's gifts being heaven's due,It makes the ...
It's when the birds go piping and the daylight slowly breaks, That, clamoring for his dinner, our precious baby wakes; ...
Within my Garden, rides a Bird Upon a single Wheel -- Whose spokes a dizzy Music make As 'twere a ...
As the Starved Maelstrom laps the Navies As the Vulture teased Forces the Broods in lonely Valleys As the Tiger ...
Bring me the sunset in a cup, Reckon the morning's flagons up And say how many Dew, Tell me how ...
The names and titles of Christ. From several scriptures. With cheerful voice I sing The titles of my Lord, And ...
In that fair capital where Pleasure, crowned Amidst her myriad courtiers, riots and rules, I too have been a suitor. ...
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 ...
Oh, thou demon Drink, thou fell destroyer; Thou curse of society, and its greatest annoyer. What hast thou done to ...
Silence is in our festal halls -- Sweet son of song! thy course is o'er; In vain on thee sad ...
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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