The Parsee Woman (Cale Young Rice Poems)
(_At Bombay_)Cast me out from among you, I will not see my childLaid aloft where the vultures May clamour for ...
(_At Bombay_)Cast me out from among you, I will not see my childLaid aloft where the vultures May clamour for ...
Eighteen; and Life had shewn him all she hathOf hate and bitterness and carking care;Brimming the chalice with the dread ...
Oh, thou surpassing beauty! that dost liveShrined in yon silent stream of glorious light!Spirit of harmony! that through the vastAnd ...
Shrill chirp the insects in the grass; All about the hoppers spring. While I my husband do not see, ...
Here is the freedom men die for,--die for but never know; Here is the peace they pray for shrined ...
Madame, for youre newefangelnesse,Many a servant have ye put out of grace.I take my leve of your unstedefastnesse,For wel I ...
THROUGH these closecut alleys Paced Gabrielle; At her side, in royal pride, Henri bon et bel. Ah! my love across ...
Queen-bird, that sittest on thy shining nest And thy young cygnets without sorrow hatchest, And thou, thou other royal bird, ...
IN my friend's library I sit alone,Hemmed in by books. The dead and living there,Shrined in a thousand volumes rich ...
My body, eh? Friend Death, how now? Why all this tedious pomp of writ? Thou hast reclaimed it sure and ...
We walked where Victor Jove was shrined awhile, And passed to Livia's rich red mural show, Whence, thridding cave and ...
We walked where Victor Jove was shrined awhile, And passed to Livia's rich red mural show, Whence, thridding cave and ...
Where once we danced, where once we sang, Gentlemen, The floors are sunken, cobwebs hang, And cracks creep; worms have ...
(for matt - 15) in the first seven years you choose your howdah having by then bare inklings of a ...
ARRANGING long-locked drawers and shelves Of cabinets, shut up for years, What a strange task we've set ourselves ! How ...
In the mustardseed sun, By full tilt river and switchback sea Where the cormorants scud, In his house on stilts ...
Inside this northern summer's fold The fields are full of naked gold, Broadcast from heaven on lands it loves; The ...
How gracefully, O man, with thy palm-bough, Upon the waning century standest thou, In proud and noble manhood's prime, With ...
This, then, is she, My mother as she looked at seventeen, When she first met my father. Young incredibly, Younger ...
Shall the Harp then be silent, when he who first gave To our country a name, is withdrawn from all ...
All night the dreadless Angel, unpursued, Through Heaven's wide champain held his way; till Morn, Waked by the circling Hours, ...
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