The Child Of The Islands – Opening (Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton Poems)
I.OF all the joys that brighten suffering earth, What joy is welcomed like a new-born child? What life so wretched, ...
I.OF all the joys that brighten suffering earth, What joy is welcomed like a new-born child? What life so wretched, ...
John Brown in Kansas settled, like a steadfast Yankee farmer, Brave and godly, with four sons, all stalwart men ...
Oh! Dreams are mysteries! The free born mindOwns not the fetters which the body wears,By sleep imposed. But starting from ...
There is a spot I call accursed,Because my thoughts for ever wingBack to its gloom, from whence they burst,And settle ...
BEOWULF spake, bairn of Ecgtheow: —"Have mind, thou honored offspring of Healfdenegold-friend of men, now I go on this quest,sovran ...
Supposed to have been written under the Ruins ofRufus's Castle, among the remains of the ancientChurch on the Isle of ...
He stood beside his dying child, With a dim and bloodshot eye; They'd won him ...
True love is water'd aye wi' tears,It grows 'neath stormy skies,It's fenced around wi' hopes and fears,An' fann'd wi' heartfelt ...
LONG months, aye years, of dreary dearthHave scathed the beauty of the earth;No humblest weed, no blade of green,For miles ...
Yes, Britain mourns, as with electric touch,For youth, for love, for happiness destroyed,Her universal population meltsIn grief spontaneous, and hard ...
How shall he sing who hath no song?He laugh who hath no mirth?Will cannot wake the sleeping song!Yea, Love itself ...
Air — "Voice of Spring."Now the bricht sun, and the soft simmer showers,Deck a' the woods and the gardens wi' ...
Who bids us backward-laggards, stay!As soon wave back the light of day!We have not marched so long a wayTo yield ...
No bird can sing in tune but that the LordSits throned in equity above the heaven,And holds the righteous balance ...
The shell of objects inwardly consumed Will stand, till some convulsive wind awakes; Such sense hath Fire to waste the ...
Spires of the fireweed on the fretted sky - Tints of magenta on tranquility, Do you feel nurture for the ...
Milton, our noblest poet, in the grace Of youth, in those fair eyes and clustering hair, That brow untouched by ...
SHE will not sleep, for fear of dreams, But, rising, quits her restless bed, And walks where some beclouded beams ...
A Fragment of a Turkish Tale The tale which these disjointed fragments present, is founded upon circumstances now less common ...
Of Man's first disobedience, and the fruit Of that forbidden tree whose mortal taste Brought death into the World, and ...
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