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 ...
Daughter of Heaven and Earth, coy Spring,With sudden passion languishing,Maketh all things softly smile,Painteth pictures mile on mile,Holds a cup ...
This extract from the Ramayana has been edited by M. Chezy, with a free translation into French prose by M. Bournouf, ...
FAR in the west, where still the red man heldHis rights unrifled, dwelt an aged chief,With his young daughter. Joyous ...
"And so we may arrive by Talmud skillAnd profane Greek to raise the building upOf Helen's house against the Ismaelite,King ...
_At The Surf Inn_List the harp in window wailing Stirred by fitful gales from sea:Shrieking up in mad crescendo-- Dying down in ...
QUICK-fingered Spring her wand choragic,A cherry branch, has waved in air;And swift by arts of natural magicThe clustered cherry-blooms are ...
Alpha and Omega, sadness and mirth, The springing music, and its wasting breath--The fairest things in life are Death and ...
First see those ample melons-brindled o'erWith mingled green and brown is all the rind;For they are ripe, and mealy at ...
SINCE Thou dost clothe Thyself to-day in cloud, Lord God in heaven, and no voice low or loud Proclaims Thee,—see, ...
In so many ways, so many images, so many places words of faith cascade, fall upon me, saturate, drench me, ...
TRICKLE, drops! my blue veins leaving! O drops of me! trickle, slow drops, Candid, from me falling-drip, bleeding drops, From ...
SPONTANEOUS me, Nature, The loving day, the mounting sun, the friend I am happy with, The arm of my friend ...
MY spirit to yours, dear brother; Do not mind because many, sounding your name, do not understand you; I do ...
Between the wave-ridge and the strand I let you forth in sight of land, Songs that with storm-crossed wings and ...
O word I love to sing! thou art too tender For all the passions agitating me; For all my bitterness ...
As Ann came in one summer's day, She felt that she must creep, So silent was the clear cool house, ...
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