A Poem On The African Slave Trade. Addressed To Her Own Sex. Part II (Mary Birkett Card Poems)
ERST, when the Muse of Pity o'er me stole,And kindled new ideas in my soul;When Nature's rude effusions pour'd along,Impell'd ...
ERST, when the Muse of Pity o'er me stole,And kindled new ideas in my soul;When Nature's rude effusions pour'd along,Impell'd ...
Clear is the sky, and temperate the air,That, scarcely stirring, wafts, with gentlest breath,The gossamer light glittering in the sun.And ...
of ice. Deceptively reserved and flat,it lies "in grandeur and in mass"beneath a sea of shifting snow-dunes;dots of cyclamen-red and ...
Lycon. — Colin.Lycon.Colin, well fits thy sad cheare this sad stownd,This wofull stownd, wherein all things complaineThis greate mishap, this ...
Sad solitary Thought, who keep'st thy vigils.Thy solemn vigils, in the sick man's mind;Communing lonely with his sinking soul,And musing ...
YOU think he sings a gladsome song!Ah, well, he sings! but only seeHow oft on glossy neck and breastHis bright ...
Do not take a bath in Jordan, Gordon,On the holy Sabbath, on the peaceful day! 'Said the huntsman, playing on ...
SCUTTLE, scuttle, little roach-How you run when I approach:Up above the pantry shelf,Hastening to secrete yourself.Most adventurous of vermin,How I ...
I've learnt to wash in petrol tins, and shave myself in teaWhilst balancing the fragments of a mirror on my ...
THE little bird sits in the nest and singsA shy, soft song to the morning light;And it flutters a little ...
There is a natty kind of mindThat slicks its thoughts,Culls its oughts,Trims its views,Prunes its trues,And never suspects it is ...
A SCOTS PASTORAL INSCRIBED TO JOHN WILKES, ESQ. Nos patriam fugimus.--VIRGIL.When Cupid first instructs his darts to flyFrom the sly ...
Many are the deceivers: The suburban matron, proper in the supermarket, list in hand so she won't suddenly fly, buying ...
The orchardist, with hope aglow,Sets out a crop of fruit to grow And sell it wisely where he can, Like ...
I much esteem the rubber-stamp cartoons, Symbols of paleozoic pedigree --Age-battered emblems that for moons and moonsHave roused ...
Hark, I hear the bells of Westgate, I will tell you what they sigh, Where those minarets and steeples Prick ...
The roses of Love glad the garden of life, Though nurtur'd 'mid weeds dropping pestilent dew, Till Time crops the ...
There is a natty kind of mind That slicks its thoughts, Culls its oughts, Trims its views, Prunes its trues, ...
She risked her all, they told me, bravely sinking The pinched economies of thirty years; And there the little shop ...
I WISH to God I never saw you, Mag. I wish you never quit your job and came along with ...
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