Address To A Steam-Vessel (Joanna Baillie Poems)
WRITTEN FOR THIS COLLECTION.FREIGHTED with passengers of every sort,A motley throng, thou leav'st the busy port.Thy long and ample deck, ...
WRITTEN FOR THIS COLLECTION.FREIGHTED with passengers of every sort,A motley throng, thou leav'st the busy port.Thy long and ample deck, ...
Thou, to whom the world unknownWith all its shadowy shapes, is shown;Who seest, appalled, the unreal scene,While fancy lifts the ...
ANNIVERSARY OF THE BERKSHIRE AGRICULTURAL SOCIETY,OCTOBER 4, 1849CLEAR the brown path, to meet his coulter's gleam!Lo! on he comes, behind ...
The burly driver at my side,We slowly climbed the hill,Whose summit, in the hot noontide,Seemed rising, rising still.At last, our ...
When the bark by a gentle breath is driven,And the bright sun dances in the heavenUp and down, as the ...
IT is a goodly sight through the clear air,From Hampstead's heathy height, to see at onceEngland's vast capital in fair ...
Soul of a tree ungrown, new life out of God's life proceeding,Folded close in the seed, waking-O wonder of wonders-Waking ...
DEAR friends, left darkling in the long eclipseThat veils the noonday,--you whose finger-tipsA meaning in these ridgy leaves can findWhere ...
NOW Winter pours his terrors o'er the plain,And icy barriers close the wild domain,From the fierce North the sweeping blast ...
TO THEM THAT MOURNLet your tears flow; let your sad sighs have scope;Only take heed they fan, they water Hope.A ...
Scene: --A MADHOUSE.Persons: --VISITOR, PHYSICIAN, AND PATIENT."Veris miscens falsa." SENECA. ------------------- ...
THREE times dark hovering in the east the nightChas'd with black misty wings the lingering light;And thrice the stars with ...
"I - At The Post-Office It was a gray, midwinter afternoon.A noisy wind pursued the fine hard flakesOf blinding snow, ...
A settler in the olden times went forthWith four of his most bold and trusted menInto the wilderness-went forth to ...
COME , then, explore with me each winding glen,Far from the noisy haunts of busy men;Let us with stedfast eye ...
COM'ST thou with swift wing in thy strength, O Wind!Wilt thou not to my helpless age be kind?And lightly o'er ...
Athwart the sod which is treading for God * the poet paced with hissplendid eyes;Paradise-verdure he stately passes * to ...
EdwardHist, William! hist! what means that air so gay?Thy looks, thy dress, bespeak some holiday:Thy hat is brushed; thy hands, ...
O Ita, mother of my heart and mind--My nourisher, my fosterer, my friend,Who taught me first to God's great will ...
High, on the Solitude of Alpine Hills, O'er-topping the grand imag'ry of Nature, Where one eternal winter seem'd to reign; ...
I bought a run a while ago, On country rough and ridgy, Where wallaroos and wombats grow -- The Upper ...
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