The Indian’s Welcome To The Pilgrim Fathers (Lydia Howard Huntley Sigourney Poems)
ABOVE them spread a stranger sky Around, the sterile plain,The rock-bound coast rose frowning nigh, Beyond,--the wrathful main:Chill remnants of the wintry ...
ABOVE them spread a stranger sky Around, the sterile plain,The rock-bound coast rose frowning nigh, Beyond,--the wrathful main:Chill remnants of the wintry ...
'Tis pleasant to look out upon that vale After a day of rain. A plenteous shower Gives freshness to its verdure, makes ...
NYMPH of the desert! on this lonely shore,Simplicity, thy blessings still are mine,And all thou canst not give I pleas'd ...
On the next morning,--so by heavenly Voice Instructed,--unto Pharaoh went again Moses and Aaron; craving to be heard, Because of ...
Ah, Needwood! I, whose early voiceTaught thy shrill echoes to rejoice;I, who first pour'd the sylvan songThy glades, thy banks, ...
Young Shechem all the night impatient lay;And sought with eager eyes the breaking day;With ardent longings waits the promis'd hour,And ...
I pray you this my song to takeNot scornfully, for Boyhood's sake;It is the last, until the dayWhen your kind ...
Observe ye not yon high cliff's brow,Up which a wanderer clambers slow,'T is by a hoary ruin crown'd,Which rocks when ...
Muse! Rise, and plume thy Feet, and let's convers This Mor'n together: Let's rehers Last Evening's Sweets; and run one ...
A dinner party, coffee, tea,Sandwich, or supper, all may beIn their way pleasant. But to meNot one of these deserves ...
A dinner party, coffee, tea,Sandwich, or supper, all may beIn their way pleasant. But to meNot one of these deserves ...
When blessed Marie wip'd her Saviour's feet,(Whose precepts she had trampled on before)And wore them for a jewell on her ...
A faery land is this that far and highAnd all suffused with tints of pearl and rose,Above the crimson sunset ...
I am back from up the country -- very sorry that I went -- Seeking for the Southern poets' land ...
Lord, how I am all ague, when I seek What I have treasur'd in my memory! Since, if my soul ...
Where the rough Caigra rolls the surgy wave, Urging his thunders thro' the echoing cave; Where the sharp rocks, in ...
And this reft house is that the which he built, Lamented Jack ! And here his malt he pil'd, Cautious ...
I O THOU, that sit'st upon a throne, With harp of high majestic tone, To praise the King of kings; ...
I rode one evening with Count Maddalo Upon the bank of land which breaks the flow Of Adria towards Venice: ...
I The everlasting universe of things Flows through the mind, and rolls its rapid waves, Now dark--now glittering--now reflecting gloom-- ...
Within this sober Frame expect Work of no Forrain Architect; That unto Caves the Quarries drew, And Forrests did to ...
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