The Fair Captive (Albery Allson Whitman Poems)
The idle winds at dawn that strayedThro' wavy depths of joyous shade,The early chirp of breeze-swung boughs,The carol of the ...
The idle winds at dawn that strayedThro' wavy depths of joyous shade,The early chirp of breeze-swung boughs,The carol of the ...
You were very fair to meet once, Marie, With your eyes like some blue hiding flower, Now where the sun ...
Late one evening I was sitting, gloomy shadows roundMe flitting,-- Mrs. Partington, a-knitting occupied the grate before;Suddenly I heard a ...
Hear then of brawn-armed Samuel, Fair-haired and heavy-jaw; For he feared not the gates of hell, Spiked 'round with heaven's ...
The wall-trees are laden with fruit; The grape, and the plum, and the pear,The peach and the nectarine, to suit ...
Powder and scent and silence. The young dwarf Shoulders his lute. The moon is Levantine. It settles its pearl in ...
There's a looper caterpillar in my lupins, There are weevils weaving strands about my stocks,There are throngs of thieving thripsOn ...
For things we never mention, For Art misunderstood -- For excellent intention That did not turn to good; From ancient ...
As Julia once a-slumb'ring lay, It chanced a bee did fly that way, After a dew, or dew-like shower, To ...
BE those few hours, which I have yet to spend, Blest with the meditation of my end; Though they be ...
A PASTORAL UPON THE BIRTH OF PRINCE CHARLES: PRESENTED TO THE KING, AND SET BY MR NIC. LANIERE THE SPEAKERS: ...
EXPECT na, sir, in this narration, A fleechin, fleth'rin Dedication, To roose you up, an' ca' you guid, An' sprung ...
I My Paistin Finn is my sole desire, And I am shrunken to skin and bone, For all my heart ...
1 SUDDENLY, out of its stale and drowsy lair, the lair of slaves, Like lightning it le'pt forth, half startled ...
'O spare my cherries in the net,' Brother Benignus prayed; 'and I Summer and winter, shine and wet, Will pile ...
WE two boys together clinging, One the other never leaving, Up and down the roads going-North and South excursions making, ...
The poker lost, poor Susan storm'd, And all the rites of rage perform'd; As scolding, crying, swearing, sweating, Abusing, fidgetting, ...
To buy for school a copy-book I asked my Dad for two-pence; He gave it with a gentle look, Although ...
Old MISTRESS GURTON had a Cat, A Tabby, loveliest of the race, Sleek as a doe, and tame, and fat ...
HER life is a revolving dream Of languid and sequestered ease; Her girdles and her fillets gleam Like changing fires ...
Where is David? . . . O God's people, Saul has passed, the good and great. Mourn for Saul the ...
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