Beauty. Part I. (Henry James Pye Poems)
A POETICAL ESSAY. The various powers by Nature's hand combin'd To fill with harmony the raptur'd mind; Whose forms, as diff'rent lustre they ...
A POETICAL ESSAY. The various powers by Nature's hand combin'd To fill with harmony the raptur'd mind; Whose forms, as diff'rent lustre they ...
(A Funeral Sermon)Weep not, weep not,She is not dead;She's resting in the bosom of Jesus.Heart-broken husband--weep no more;Grief-stricken son--weep no ...
Ye batteries of Beauregard!Pour hail from Moultrie's wall;Bid the shock of your deep thunderOn their fleet in terror fall;Rain your ...
Naked woman, black womanClothed with your colour which is life,with your form which is beauty!In your shadow I have grown ...
A HALF-RHYMED IMPROMPTU1865LIKE the tribes of Israel,Fed on quails and manna,Sherman and his glorious bandJourneyed through the rebel land,Fed from ...
Of all the minor woes,A mortal undergoes,'Tis waiting in shawl or cloakSeven hours at Live Oak!Waiting from nine to four,Seven ...
Mortals, that behold a Woman, Rising 'twixt the Moon and Sun;Who am I the heavens assume? an All am I, ...
Proud mother of a race that reared The brave and good of ours,Lo! on thy bleeding bosom lie Thy pale ...
When the sea is still as glass,And the whispering breezes passOn messages from zone to zone, or waft from pole ...
So hot shines the sun upon Nile's yellow stream, That the palm-trees can save us no more from his beam;Now ...
Supposed to have been written in America. ILL-omen'd bird! whose cries portentous floatO'er yon savannah with the mournful wind;While, as ...
I What new element before us unborn in nature? Is there a new thing under the Sun? At last inquisitive ...
It wasn't that nowhere was holy everywhere, everywhere they walked holy ground, barefoot walking leaving their footprint, the mark of ...
Crashing waves on a rocky coast, rain falling on parched ground The cry of a newborn baby, the call of ...
In measured verse I'll now rehearse The charms of lovely Anna: And, first, her mind is unconfined Like any vast ...
YESTREEN I had a pint o' wine, A place where body saw na; Yestreen lay on this breast o' mine ...
with an Apple Macintosh you can't run Radio Shack programs in its disc drive. nor can a Commodore 64 drive ...
1 Adios, Carenage In idle August, while the sea soft, and leaves of brown islands stick to the rim of ...
Weep not, weep not, She is not dead; She's resting in the bosom of Jesus. Heart-broken husband--weep no more; Grief-stricken ...
O MAGNET-SOUTH! O glistening, perfumed South! My South! O quick mettle, rich blood, impulse, and love! Good and evil! O ...
I asked the old Negro, "What is that bird that sings so well?" He answered: "That is the Rachel-Jane." "Hasn't ...
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