Unspoken Language (Lydia Howard Huntley Sigourney Poems)
LANGUAGE is slow. The mastery of wantsDoth teach it to the infant, drop by drop,As brooklets gather.Years of studious toilUnfold ...
LANGUAGE is slow. The mastery of wantsDoth teach it to the infant, drop by drop,As brooklets gather.Years of studious toilUnfold ...
Monarch of Hannah's rocking-chair,With unclipped beard and unkempt hair,Sitting at ease by the kitchen fire, Nor heeding the wind and the ...
As I lay musing in my bed,A heape of fancies came in head,Which greatly did molest mee.Such sundry thoughtes of ...
As I lay at your feet that afternoon,Little we spoke,--you sat and mused,Humming a sweet old-fashioned tune,And I worshipped you, ...
When lately I mus'd on the days that are fled,And dwelt on the friendships that now are no more,When I ...
O zephyr of the morn! draw near unto the parterre;For the flowers are overjoyed, in expectation of blooming.What doth the ...
Like thine own Album, which lies here before me, Life is a volume. Sweetly some are writ In sanctity; as when mild ...
THE STRUGGLES OF CONSCIENCE.A serious Toyman in the city dwelt,Who much concern for his religion felt;Reading, he changed his tenets, ...
PROCRASTINATION.Love will expire--the gay, the happy dreamWill turn to scorn, indiff'rence, or esteem:Some favour'd pairs, in this exchange, are blest,Nor ...
When Troy towne had, for ten yeeres 'past',Withstood the Greekes in manfull wise,Then did their foes encrease soe fast,That to ...
"The Mother Hive"-- Actions and Reactions A Farmer of the Augustan Age Perused in Virgil's golden page The story of ...
And the first grey of morning fill'd the east, And the fog rose out of the Oxus stream. But all ...
1 OUT from behind this bending, rough-cut Mask, (All straighter, liker Masks rejected-this preferr'd,) This common curtain of the face, ...
SCENTED herbage of my breast, Leaves from you I yield, I write, to be perused best afterwards, Tomb-leaves, body-leaves, growing ...
1 STARTING from fish-shape Paumanok, where I was born, Well-begotten, and rais'd by a perfect mother; After roaming many lands-lover ...
At break of day the College Portress came: She brought us Academic silks, in hue The lilac, with a silken ...
Dusting my books I spent a busy day: Not ancient toes, time-hallowed and unread, but modern volumes, classics in their ...
FROM off a hill whose concave womb reworded A plaintful story from a sistering vale, My spirits to attend this ...
Sir, Our times are much degenerate from those Which your sweet muse with your fair fortune chose, And as complexions ...
The Angel ended, and in Adam's ear So charming left his voice, that he a while Thought him still speaking, ...
I, who erewhile the happy Garden sung By one man's disobedience lost, now sing Recovered Paradise to all mankind, By ...
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