In Reference to Her Children (Anne Bradstreet Poem)
I had eight birds hatched in one nest, Four cocks there were, and hens the rest. I nursed them up ...
I had eight birds hatched in one nest, Four cocks there were, and hens the rest. I nursed them up ...
I My hair is gray, but not with years, Nor grew it white In a single night, As men's have ...
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...
On the fair green hills of Rio There grows a fearful stain: The poor who come to Rio And can't ...
She looks out in the blue morning and sees a whole wonderful world she looks out in the morning and ...
Doleful was the land, Dull on, every side, Neither soft n'or grand, Barren, bleak, and wide; Nothing look'd with love; ...
Long ago in a poultry yard One dull November morn, Beneath a motherly soft wing A little goose was born. ...
Nel mezzo del cammin di nostra vita mi ritrovai per una selva oscura ch? la diritta via era smarrita . ...
Lo giorno se n'andava, e l'aere bruno toglieva li animai che sono in terra da le fatiche loro; e io ...
IT was the charming month of May, When all the flow'rs were fresh and gay. One morning, by the break ...
I am like, They tell me, my dear father. Broader brows Howbeit, upon a slenderer undergrowth Of delicate ...
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