Careless Matilda (Adelaide O Keeffe Poems)
AGAIN, Matilda, is your work undone! Your scissors, where are they? your thimble, gone?Your needles, pins, and thread and tapes ...
AGAIN, Matilda, is your work undone! Your scissors, where are they? your thimble, gone?Your needles, pins, and thread and tapes ...
AGAIN, Matilda, is your work undone! Your scissors, where are they? your thimble, gone?Your needles, pins, and thread and tapes ...
For one short week I leave, with anxious heart,Source of my filial cares, the Full of Days,Lur'd by the promise ...
Here, from this little hillock, in days long since gone by,Glanced over hill and valley the Sachem's eagle eye;His were ...
Dark lowers the night o'er the wide stormy main, Till mild rosy morning rise cheerful again; Alas! morn ...
When in the widening circle of rebirthTo a new flesh my travelled soul shall come,And try again the unremembered earthWith ...
Spirit girl to whom 'twas given To revisit scenes of pain, From the hell I thought was Heaven You have ...
The words, the rhythms the vibrations in the music shimmering in my soul words of the student power in these ...
The Cross, the Christ our stumbling block, our stone in the road challenging our love of self of the world, ...
The words, the colors, the music cascading over me, a wonder of imagery the magic of radio notes drifting in ...
I Midwinter spring is its own season Sempiternal though sodden towards sundown, Suspended in time, between pole and tropic. When ...
On your birthday, today, there is time to reflect On the essence of our intimacy, From a beginning in the ...
Low was our pretty Cot : our tallest Rose Peep'd at the chamber-window. We could hear At silent noon, and ...
Ye scenes of my childhood, whose lov'd recollection Embitters the present, compar'd with the past; Where science first dawn'd on ...
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...
I was a queen, and I have lost my crown; A wife, and I have broken all my vows; A ...
I strolled up old Bonanza, where I staked in ninety-eight, A-purpose to revisit the old claim. I kept thinking mighty ...
MEN are Heaven's piers; they evermore Unwearying bear the skyey floor; Man's theatre they bear with ease, Unfrowning cariatides! I, ...
At the mid hour of night, when stars are weeping, I fly To the lone vale we loved, when life ...
Hail, holy Light, offspring of Heaven firstborn, Or of the Eternal coeternal beam May I express thee unblam'd? since God ...
HAIL holy light, ofspring of Heav'n first-born, Or of th' Eternal Coeternal beam May I express thee unblam'd? since God ...
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