To Sally (John Quincy Adams Poems)
The man in righteousness arrayed, A pure and blameless liver, Needs not the keen Toledo blade, Nor venom-freighted quiver. What ...
The man in righteousness arrayed, A pure and blameless liver, Needs not the keen Toledo blade, Nor venom-freighted quiver. What ...
"Let us think of them that sleep,Full many a fathom deep,By thy wild and stormy steep,Elsinore."THY cruise is over now,Thou ...
With arms and legs at work and gentle strokeThat urges switching tail nor mends his pace,On an old ribbed and ...
What a snarled quiet the year snuffs down on itself:as if a book were holding its breath back,an unfinished book ...
The HumiliationThe Summary of the Poem.Theophila, or Divine Love, ascends to her Belov'd by three Degrees. By Humilitie, by Zeal, ...
THE PRELIBATION To the SACRIFICE.ARGUMENT. Spes alit occiduas qui Sublunaribus haeret; Rivales JESUS non in Amore sinit. Quid mihi non ...
The idle winds at dawn that strayedThro' wavy depths of joyous shade,The early chirp of breeze-swung boughs,The carol of the ...
Mr. Simkin B---n---r---d to Lady B---n---r---d, at --- Hall, North. Mr. B---n---r---d goes to the Rooms. His Opinion of Gaming. ...
The afterglow fades and the daylight is failing,Deep gloom settles over the valley so wide;The slow moving column of cattle ...
Pashepaho heard the young menTill their lofty words had ended,And in accents stern, thus answered:"For your presents, I am thankful.By ...
_And that a reply be received before midnight.__British Ultimatum_.Their Day was at twelve of the night, When the graves give ...
Now the "rosy morn appearing" Floods with light the dazzled heaven;And the schoolboy groans on hearing That eternal clock strike ...
Courage, dear Moll, and drive away despair. Mopsa, who in her youth was scarce thought fair, In spite of age, ...
I. A MOTH belated,-sun and zephyr-kist,- Trembling about a pale arbutus bell, Probing to wildering depths its honeyed cell,- A ...
"The Treasure and the Low"--Puck of Pook's Hills. Where first by Eden Tree The Four Great Rivers ran, To each ...
Among the taller wood with ivy hung, The old fox plays and dances round her young. She snuffs and barks ...
I shall go away To the brown hills, the quiet ones, The vast, the mountainous, the rolling, Sun-fired and drowsy! ...
God incomprehensible and sovereign. [Can creatures to perfection find Th' eternal, uncreated Mind? Or can the largest stretch of thought ...
There was movement at the station, for the word has passed around That the colt from old Regret had got ...
This is winter, this is night, small love -- A sort of black horsehair, A rough, dumb country stuff Steeled ...
Somewhere the long mellow note of the blackbird Quickens the unclasping hands of hazel, Somewhere the wind-flowers fling their heads ...
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