‘Pen” – 60th Birthday (Emily Mary Barton Poems)
FROM youth to age, in calm and storm, in fine and cloudy weather,My harmless little pen and I have safely ...
FROM youth to age, in calm and storm, in fine and cloudy weather,My harmless little pen and I have safely ...
Visions of Beauty, of Light, and of Love,Born in the soul of a Dream,Lost, like the phantom-bird under the dove,When ...
Dearest, thy discourses steal From my bosom's deep, my heart How can I from thee conceal My delight, ...
A curvaceous body in the To Nu painting.O goddess of beauty! 'T is hither that you reign?Where are you now? ...
OH! blest art thou, whose steps may roveThrough the green paths of vale and grove,Or, leaving all their charms below, ...
Should I portray thee merely as I can, In my conceit belittling all thy worth With the dry bareness of ...
The Author musing here survay, How He may THEOPHIL portray: Where Others Art surpast you find, They draw the Body, ...
Words flow onto paper like rain , forming giant rivers of unseen lands. The very force guides us along a ...
My neighbour, none can e'er deny, Is a most beauteous maid; Her shop is ever in mine eye, When working ...
NO easy matter 'tis to hold, Against its owner's will, the fleece Who troubled by the itching smart Of Cupid's ...
Thou youngest virgin-daughter of the skies, Made in the last promotion of the Blest; Whose palms, new pluck'd from Paradise, ...
Elijah's Wagon knew no thill Was innocent of Wheel Elijah's horses as unique As was his vehicle -- Elijah's journey ...
PART I On Susquehanna's side, fair Wyoming! Although the wild-flower on thy ruin'd wall, And roofless homes, a sad remembrance ...
As late I journey'd o'er the extensive plain Where native Otter sports his scanty stream, Musing in torpid woe a ...
In measured verse I'll now rehearse The charms of lovely Anna: And, first, her mind is unconfined Like any vast ...
You cannot rob us of the rights we cherish, Nor turn our thoughts away From the bright picture of a ...
How gracefully, O man, with thy palm-bough, Upon the waning century standest thou, In proud and noble manhood's prime, With ...
Go, Valentine, and tell that lovely maid Whom fancy still will portray to my sight, How here I linger in ...
Rapt with the rage of mine own ravish'd thought, Through contemplation of those goodly sights, And glorious images in heaven ...
Rapt with the rage of mine own ravish'd thought, Through contemplation of those goodly sights, And glorious images in heaven ...
Some singers sing of ladies' eyes, And some of ladies lips, Refined ones praise their ladylike ways, And course ones ...
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