The Consolation (Caroline Fry Poems)
POOR child of affliction! I heard thee repine,And my heart beat with sorrow responsive to thine;And one who has long ...
POOR child of affliction! I heard thee repine,And my heart beat with sorrow responsive to thine;And one who has long ...
These are the women whom no man has loved. Year after year, day after day has moved These hearts with ...
She had hair gold as her father's corn; She tripped and sung, Like to a little lamb new-born, So gay, ...
Under the spreading deficit,The Fitzroy Smithy stands;The smith, a spendthrift man is he,With too much on his hands;But the muscles ...
Not for the sake of the gold,Not for the sake of the fame,Not for the prize would I holdAny ambition ...
Did I not weep for him that was in pain! Was not my hand still open to distress! When did ...
They gave me this name like their nature, Compacted of laughter and tears,A sweet that was born of the ...
Perhaps, long hence, when I have passed away, Some other's feature, accent, thought like mine, Will carry you back to ...
When such a day, blesst the Arcadian plaine, Warm without Sun, and shady without rain, Fann'd by an air, that ...
Rather arid delight If Contentment accrue Make an abstemious Ecstasy Not so good as joy -- But Rapture's Expense Must ...
at the track today, Father's Day, each paid admission was entitled to a wallet and each contained a little surprise. ...
The birds against the April wind Flew northward, singing as they flew; They sang, "The land we leave behind Has ...
Apollo's wrath to man the dreadful spring Of ills innum'rous, tuneful goddess, sing! Thou who did'st first th' ideal pencil ...
There are strange things done in the midnight sun By the men who moil for gold; The Arctic trails have ...
What beck'ning ghost, along the moon-light shade Invites my steps, and points to yonder glade? 'Tis she!--but why that bleeding ...
"Vocat aestus in umbram" Nemesianus Es. IV. E. P. Ode pour l'élection de son sépulchre For three years, out of ...
Under the spreading deficit, The Fitzroy Smithy stands; The smith, a spendthrift man is he, With too much on his ...
After two sittings, now our Lady State To end her picture does the third time wait. But ere thou fall'st ...
Ametas Think'st Thou that this Love can stand, Whilst Thou still dost say me nay? Love unpaid does soon disband: ...
Now Morn, her rosy steps in the eastern clime Advancing, sowed the earth with orient pearl, When Adam waked, so ...
Wheeling them in, the yard gate at half-mast with its ticking hinge, the tin bucket with a hairnet of webs, ...
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