Invocation To The spirit Of Poesy (Mary Jane Jewsbury Poems)
Queen of all harmonious things,Dancing words, and speaking strings.Cowley.SPIRIT, or Power, or Spell, or whatsoe'erOf name beseems thee best, Ethereal ...
Queen of all harmonious things,Dancing words, and speaking strings.Cowley.SPIRIT, or Power, or Spell, or whatsoe'erOf name beseems thee best, Ethereal ...
A MARCH in the ranks hard-prest, and the road unknown;A route through a heavy wood, with muffled steps in the ...
Call the moon a round scar leftBy a wound of self-discoveryUpon a mystery whose sleepProduces men and worlds.Say that sunlight ...
By winds diverse of doctrine blown, Old Spurio, lately bigot fix'd, Hath now no creed to call his own, But slants him on, ...
"Now, scarce three paces measured from the mound,We stumbled on a stationary voice,And 'Stand, who goes?' 'Two from the palace' ...
OR THE FLOWER OF THE WILDERNESS. Here, on the arid ridge Of dead Vesuvius, Exterminator terrible, That by no other ...
An angel burdened with self-pityCame out of heaven to a modern city.He saw a beggar on the street,Where the tides ...
Perched on a dead volcanic pile,Now charted as a submerged peak,Near to a moon-washed coral isle,A hundred leagues from Mozambique,Three ...
Down the picket-guarded lane Rolled the comfort-laden wain, Cheered by shouts that shook the plain, Soldier-like and merry: ...
A stationary sense... as, I suppose, I shall have, till my single body grows Inaccurate, tired; Then I shall start ...
Side by side, their faces blurred, The earl and countess lie in stone, Their proper habits vaguely shown As jointed ...
The slow overture of rain, each drop breaking without breaking into the next, describes the unrelenting, syncopated mind. Not unlike ...
Not merely lights to the nation, stationary, in the temple, not merely examples of righteousness, of piety, or rightness with ...
Travelling on the thumb, it wasn't hard to do, you took the rides that you could get with no regrets ...
I'm sure it would be easier to survive as a dead poet, I mean it in the surmise that I ...
Hark! 'tis the twanging horn! O'er yonder bridge, That with its wearisome but needful length Bestrides the wintry flood, in ...
A MARCH in the ranks hard-prest, and the road unknown; A route through a heavy wood, with muffled steps in ...
Men with picked voices chant the names of cities in a huge gallery: promises that pull through descending stairways to ...
Now, scarce three paces measured from the mound, We stumbled on a stationary voice, And 'Stand, who goes?' 'Two from ...
Strong and slippery, built for the midnight grass-party confronted by four cats, he sleeps his time away-- the detached first ...
To range, deep-wrapt, along a heavenly height, O'erseeing all that man but undersees; To loiter down lone alleys of delight, ...
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