Give us barabbas (Emily Pauline Johnson (Tekahionwake) Poems)
There was a man--a Jew of kingly blood,But of the people--poor and lowly born,Accused of blasphemy of God, He stoodBefore ...
There was a man--a Jew of kingly blood,But of the people--poor and lowly born,Accused of blasphemy of God, He stoodBefore ...
Sun--begotten, ocean--born, Sparkling in the summer morn Underneath me as I pass O'er the hill--top on the grass, All among thy fellow--drops On the speary ...
When summer days grow harshmy thoughts return to my river,fed by white mountain springs,beloved of the shy bird, the bellbird,whose ...
Sweet, modest, pensive, tender flower,Though snow-drifts rise and storm-clouds lowerAbove thy gentle drooping head,And chill thee on thy frozen bed—Though ...
To QUEEN ELISABETH OF THE BELGIANS.From the Mother of John the Baptist."WHEN all my fruitful years were done,God breathed on ...
I never have clung to a motor car,Or crouched on a motor bike.Worry and scurry, clank and jarI cordially dislike.I ...
How few there are with unsoiled hands,And educated tongues,Who'll stand by us, my working friends,And help to right our wrongs.They ...
I wonder if the spell, the mystery,That like a haze about your silence clings,Moulding your void until we seem to ...
When I have a house . . . as I sometime may . . .I'll suit my fancy in every ...
In the Beginning, God, the great Schoolmaster, wrote upon the white leaves of our souls the text of life, in ...
No matter what life you leadthe virgin is a lovely number:cheeks as fragile as cigarette paper,arms and legs made of ...
The unsoiled hand, the sleek, black coat, The senile, ledger-haunted hours,The knowledge that my freeman's vote Is humbly cast to ...
We all are warriors with sin. Crusading knights,we come to earthWith spotless plumes and shining shields to joustwith foes and ...
First Entry - 1832.WITH eager hand I ope' the book,And on a smooth, white series look,Of shrines for thoughts of ...
How fine it is at night to say:"I have not wronged a soul to-day.I have not by a word or ...
Tempora labuntur, tacitisque senescimus annis, Et fugiunt freno non remorante dies. Ovid, Fastorum, Lib. vi. "O C?sar, we who are ...
Now, moving in, cartons on the floor, the radio playing to bare walls, picture hooks left stranded in the unsoiled ...
"ALIVE?"--And I leapt in my wonder, Was faint of my joyance, And grasses and grove shone in garments Of glory ...
To the Pious Memory of the Accomplished Young Lady, Mrs Anne Killigrew, Excellent in the Two Sister-arts of Poesy and ...
No matter what life you lead the virgin is a lovely number: cheeks as fragile as cigarette paper, arms and ...
I never asked you to be perfect-did I?- Though often I've called you sweet, in the invasion Of mastering love. ...
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