Ambition (Beilby Porteus Poems)
First Envy, eldest-born of hell, embruedHer hands in blood, and taught the sons of menTo make a death which nature ...
First Envy, eldest-born of hell, embruedHer hands in blood, and taught the sons of menTo make a death which nature ...
Hoping you will not deem it rude,I'd like to call an interlude In our remarkable array Of leading statesmen of ...
O LIBERTY, yet build thee an august And best abode in this most virgin clime;The Old World ...
By thy own truth, Beloved, I am true! I swear by that in which I most believe; Explore thy heart; ...
1 A yellow band of light upon the street Pours from an open door, and makes a wide Pathway of ...
Cherry-ripe: dark sweet burlats, scarlet reverchons firm-fleshed and tart in the mouth bigarreaux, peach-and-white napoléons as the harvest moves north ...
YES, write, if you want to, there's nothing like trying; Who knows what a treasure your casket may hold? I'll ...
the great thing about the tall white daisy is that it knows how to laugh at itself some flowers for ...
That we would change radically hearing Christ's words his calling to all of us to offer hospitality The richness of ...
Children were not privileged, they were the last, the bottom rung on the ladder of life in His day the ...
I had no profound feelings of shock or surprise to those matter-of-fact revelations which spelled the end of this chapter ...
"Lord, being dark," I said, "I cannot bear The further touch of earth, the scented air; Lord, being dark, forewilled ...
NO more wine? then we'll push back chairs and talk. A final glass for me, though: cool, i' faith! We ...
A Rock, A River, A Tree Hosts to species long since departed, Mark the mastodon. The dinosaur, who left dry ...
You cannot rob us of the rights we cherish, Nor turn our thoughts away From the bright picture of a ...
SPONTANEOUS me, Nature, The loving day, the mounting sun, the friend I am happy with, The arm of my friend ...
all the world's a stage shrinking & life remains a same rendition without rehearsal whose script is written by no-one ...
In the glad revels, in the happy fetes, When cheeks are flushed, and glasses gilt and pearled With the sweet ...
GOD gave to me a child in part, Yet wholly gave the father's heart: Child of my soul, O whither ...
I was a gulp of high air - a bird breathing in, a black dot on blue paper, a privileged ...
FROM off a hill whose concave womb reworded A plaintful story from a sistering vale, My spirits to attend this ...
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