Mother and Child (Ethelwyn Wetherald Poems)
I saw a mother holdingHer play-worn baby son, Her pliant arms enfolding The drooping little one. Her lips were made ...
I saw a mother holdingHer play-worn baby son, Her pliant arms enfolding The drooping little one. Her lips were made ...
Paul Jannes was working very late, For this watch must be done by eight To-morrow or the Cardinal Would certainly ...
Two good friends had Hiawatha, Singled out from all the others, Bound to him in closest union, And to whom ...
"Give me of your bark, O Birch-tree! Of your yellow bark, O Birch-tree! Growing by the rushing river, Tall and ...
Some like to dominate, others caress a voluptuous rhythm on pliant strings. This pulse drives life through wanton counterpoint, the ...
Ye distant spires, ye antique towers, That crown the watery glade, Where grateful Science still adores Her Henry's holy shade; ...
THE worst of ills, with jealousy compared, Are trifling torments ev'ry where declared. IMAGINE, to yourself a silly fool, To ...
Says Tom to Jack, 'tis very odd, These representatives of God, In color, way of life and evil, Should be ...
We will make our meek adjustments, Contented with such random consolations As the wind deposits In slithered and too ample ...
LONE on the bleaky hills the straying flocks Shun the fierce storms among the sheltering rocks; Down from the rivulets, ...
Is this the land our fathers loved, The freedom which they toiled to win? Is this the soil whereon they ...
FROM pent-up, aching rivers; From that of myself, without which I were nothing; From what I am determin'd to make ...
1 I SING the Body electric; The armies of those I love engirth me, and I engirth them; They will ...
1 I WANDER all night in my vision, Stepping with light feet, swiftly and noiselessly stepping and stopping, Bending with ...
A city clerk, but gently born and bred; His wife, an unknown artist's orphan child-- One babe was theirs, a ...
O purblind race of miserable men, How many among us at this very hour Do forge a life-long trouble for ...
Ah! happy he, upon whose birth each god Looks down in love, whose earliest sleep the bright Idalia cradles, whose ...
Close on the margin of a brawling brook That bathes the low dell's bosom, stands a Cot; O'ershadow'd by broad ...
As the gods began one world, and man another, So the snakecharmer begins a snaky sphere With moon-eye, mouth-pipe, He ...
Ho, Giant! This is I! I have built me a bean-stalk into your sky! La,-but it's lovely, up so high! ...
The quick sparks on the gorse bushes are leaping, Little jets of sunlight-texture imitating flame; Above them, exultant, the peewits ...
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