A Winter Day (Joanna Baillie Poems)
The cock, warm roosting 'midst his feather'd dames,Now lifts his beak and snuffs the morning air,Stretches his neck and claps ...
The cock, warm roosting 'midst his feather'd dames,Now lifts his beak and snuffs the morning air,Stretches his neck and claps ...
Of all the blessings which kind heaven bestows,From infancy to life's most lengthened close,The one, far greater than all earthly ...
After Southey's "March to Moscow"Major General ScottAn order had gotTo push on the column to Richmond;For loudly went forth,From all ...
Think not this paper comes with vain pretenseTo move your pity, or to mourn th'offense.Too well I know that hard ...
At length, by so much importunity press'd, Take, C{-}{-}, at once, the inside of my breast; This stupid indiff'rence so often you ...
Sister once of weeds & a dark water that held stillIn ditches reflecting the odd,Abstaining clouds that passed, & keptTheir ...
1I saw Time flowing like a hundred yachtsThat fly behind the daylight, foxed with air;Or piercing, like the quince-bright, bitter ...
Thirty feet from my windows,an old kennel-wire fencethickly grown over with honeysuckle,poison ivy, and wild rosesjust beginning to openinto the ...
We spoke, the camp-follower and I.About us was a cold, pungent odor --Gun-powder, stale wine, wet earth, and the smell ...
There came a child into the solemn hall where great Pope Innocent sat throned and heard angry disputings on Free-Will ...
Midnight; bells toll, and along the cloud-high towersThe golden lights go out . . .The yellow windows darken, the shades ...
"ROSY Bacchus and Pallas once had an affray, Where neither would precedence yield; For each seem'd determin'd on gaining the ...
Endless lanes sunken in the clay, Bays, and traverses, fringed with wasted herbage, Seed-pods of blue scabious, and some lingering ...
My heart flutters hastily,When I think of my love of you;It lets me not act sensibly,It leaps from its place.It ...
I What new element before us unborn in nature? Is there a new thing under the Sun? At last inquisitive ...
(France -- Ancient Regime.) I. Go away! Go away; I will not confess to you! His black biretta clings like ...
Midnight; bells toll, and along the cloud-high towers The golden lights go out . . . The yellow windows darken, ...
These poems do not live: it's a sad diagnosis. They grew their toes and fingers well enough, Their little foreheads ...
Love, the world Suddenly turns, turns color. The streetlight Splits through the rat's tail Pods of the laburnum at nine ...
You said you would kill it this morning. Do not kill it. It startles me still, The jut of that ...
No more of talk where God or Angel guest With Man, as with his friend, familiar us'd, To sit indulgent, ...
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