Prejudice (Lizelia Augusta Jenkins Moorer Poems)
How strangely blind is prejudice, the Negro's greatest foe!It never fails to see the wrong but naught of good can ...
How strangely blind is prejudice, the Negro's greatest foe!It never fails to see the wrong but naught of good can ...
IWithin a sultry desert land,Where neither flowers nor shadows are,Hid to the breast in shifting sandThere stands an image secular.Where ...
Pain and labor of oppression gave the Western world its birth,From such shores the love of freedom ne'er should perish ...
Wanderer, behold Life's riddle writ in stone, Fronting Eternity with lidless eyes; Of all that is beneath the changing skies,Immutably abiding and ...
My heart is like a city of the gay Reared on the ruins of a perished one Wherein my dead loves cower ...
Part IVisions in the SmokeRest, and be thankful! On the verge Of the tall cliff rugged and grey,But whose granite ...
Proemion.Immeasurable Earth!Through the loud vast and populacy of Heaven,Tempested with gold schools of ponderous orbs,That cleav'st with deep-revolting harmoniesPassage perpetual, ...
When I have a house . . . as I sometime may . . .I'll suit my fancy in every ...
TIS April! 'Tis a holyday! and they shut close yester-even The golden gates of Sydenham with the clang of iron ...
On the hill they are crowding together, In the stand they are crushing for room, Like midge-flies they swarm on ...
The veil was rent, and mundane Time merged in Eternity;And I beheld the End of Things. I heard the Last ...
There's a legend that's told of a gypsy who dwelt In the lands where the pyramids be; And ...
And up the stream of days he seem'd to float,And twice seven years was toiling for his wife:And all his ...
Altarwise by owl-light in the half-way house The gentleman lay graveward with his furies; Abaddon in the hangnail cracked from ...
THE SUN is sinking over hill and sea,Its red light fires a spectral line of shore;Night droops upon our half-world ...
Not just the kings, the pharaohs not just you and me all are made, all of humanity all in the ...
After the Magi, the gifts gold, frankincense, myrrh, a sudden dream, fear, panic, flea, fly, go to the land of ...
After the stable birth the visit of the Magi the king was a refugee a stealthy run for foreign land ...
No, God spoke not with Aaron, the high priest, the appointed line of the tribes. No, God did not receive ...
Inside this obelisk this homage, this singular space dedicated to the first in the heart of the city forgotten stones ...
This is a place on the way after the distances can no longer be kept straight here in this dark ...
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