The Desert Spring (Nancy Rebecca Campbell Glass Poems)
"Oh, no, my lord, she cannot stay; Cast out this bond maid with her mocking child, For they cannot be heirs with ...
"Oh, no, my lord, she cannot stay; Cast out this bond maid with her mocking child, For they cannot be heirs with ...
Summer of 'sixty-three, sir, and Conrad was gone away—Gone to the country town, sir, to sell our first load of ...
1--IWhen the South sang like a nightingaleAbove a bower in May,The training of Love's vine of flameWas writ in laws, ...
As years passed on, no wonder, eachAn inward grace revealed;For where the soul is peace and love,It may not be ...
Since you have world enough and timeSir, to admonish me in rhyme,Pray Mr Marvell, can it beYou think to have ...
(SOUTHERN CALIFORNIA)Shrewdly you question, Senor, and I fancyYou are no novice. Confess that to littleOf my poor gossip of Mission ...
'Twas a jolly old pedagogue, long ago,Tall and slender, and sallow and dry;His form was bent, and his gait was ...
List a tale a fairy sent usFresh from dear Mundi Juventus.When Love and all the world was young,And birds conversed ...
He dreaded not dark, nor the lonely road, For the world, as he knew it, was kind.Nor threat of the ...
Mrs Moffat sold tomatoes,Postal orders, ginger pop,There was hardly any village -But she ran the village shop,'Clouding over', she would ...
When Letty had scarce pass'd her third glad year, And her young artless words began to flow,One day we gave ...
I have laid you away as we lay The toys of a little dead child. You know you are safe ...
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
POET. O A NEW song, a free song, Flapping, flapping, flapping, flapping, by sounds, by voices clearer, By the wind's ...
When Yankies, skill'd in martial rule, First put the British troops to school; Instructed them in warlike trade, And new ...
(Time, Noon.) HUMPHREY: See'st thou not William that the scorching Sun By this time half his daily race has run? ...
His portrait hung upon the wall. Oh how at us he used to stare. Each Sunday when I made my ...
She was a Philistine spick and span, He was a bold Bohemian. She had the mode, and the last at ...
Weary not of us, for we are very beautiful; it is out of very jealousy and proper pride that we ...
I. Ah! wherefore by the Church-yard side, Poor little LORN ONE, dost thou stray? Thy wavy locks but thinly hide ...
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