Devon’s Poly-Obion (Joanna Baillie Poems)
FIRST of Devon's thousand streams--(Beside whose banks no poet dreams,Since to her praise old Drayton fram'dHis pastoral reed, yet scarcely ...
FIRST of Devon's thousand streams--(Beside whose banks no poet dreams,Since to her praise old Drayton fram'dHis pastoral reed, yet scarcely ...
What of the years of Englishmen? What have they brought of growth and graceSince mud-built London by its fen Became the Briton's ...
I. 1.For toils which patriots have endur'd,For treason quell'd and laws secur'd,In every nation Time displaysThe palm of honourable praise.Envy ...
Daughter of Heav'n, relentless pow'r,Thou tamer of the human breast,Whose iron scourge, and tort'ring hour,The bad affright, afflict the best!Bound ...
Rise up to be born with me, brother.Give me your hand from the deepZone seeded by your sorrow.You won't return ...
The kangaroo was formed to run,but not from man alone -it ran before the horse or gunor native dog was ...
I wonder if the spell, the mystery,That like a haze about your silence clings,Moulding your void until we seem to ...
Part the First.When Flora 'gins to decke the fieldsWith colours fresh and fine,Then holy clerkes their mattins sing To good ...
The Mighty Mother, and her son who brings The Smithfield muses to the ear of kings, I sing. Say you, ...
Where are the friends that I knew in my Maying, In the days of my youth, in the first of ...
I ran away from home with the circus,Having fallen in love with Mademoiselle Estralada,The lion tamer.One time, having starved the ...
Gloomy and dark art thou, O chief of the mighty Omahas; Gloomy and dark as the driving cloud, whose name ...
Daughter of Jove, relentless Power, Thou tamer of the human breast, Whose iron scourge and tort'ring hour The Bad affright, ...
A mason came forth and said, "Speak to us of Houses." And he answered and said: Build of your imaginings ...
I guess it was a boy thing. Eight years old and never never had she experienced, never created, willow whips ...
I My hair is gray, but not with years, Nor grew it white In a single night, As men's have ...
The last judgment. The Lord, the Sovereign, sends his summons forth, Calls the south nations and awakes the north; From ...
IN a faraway northern county, in the placid, pastoral region, Lives my farmer friend, the theme of my recitative, a ...
Befriending an eccentric young woman The sole resident of a secluded Victorian mansion. She takes long walks in the evening ...
You came - determined, because I was large, because I was roaring, but on close inspection you saw a mere ...
I ran away from home with the circus, Having fallen in love with Mademoiselle Estralada, The lion tamer. One time, ...
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