Contemplations (Anne Bradstreet Poem)
1 Sometime now past in the Autumnal Tide, 2 When Ph{oe}bus wanted but one hour to bed, 3 The trees ...
1 Sometime now past in the Autumnal Tide, 2 When Ph{oe}bus wanted but one hour to bed, 3 The trees ...
Women have no wilderness in them, They are provident instead, Content in the tight hot cell of their hearts To ...
-and not simply by the fact that this shading of forest cannot show the fragrance of balsam, the gloom of ...
WITNESS FOR TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA PEACE In San Francisco around Easter time last year, they had a trout fishing ...
First winter rain-- even the monkey seems to want a raincoat. (Matsuo Basho)
'Twas after dread Pultowa's day, When fortune left the royal Swede - Around a slaughtered army lay, No more to ...
The greens of the Ganges delta foliate. Of heartless youth made late aware he pled: Brownies, please come. To Henry ...
(As Distinguished by an Italian Person of Quality) I Had I but plenty of money, money enough and to spare, ...
THO' 1 women's minds, like winter winds, May shift, and turn, an' a' that, The noblest breast adores them maist- ...
GUID speed and furder to you, Johnie, Guid health, hale han's, an' weather bonie; Now, when ye're nickin down fu' ...
Chorus-O wat ye wha's in yon town, Ye see the e'enin sun upon, The dearest maid's in yon town, That ...
THE DAY returns, my bosom burns, The blissful day we twa did meet: Tho' winter wild in tempest toil'd, Ne'er ...
WHILE virgin Spring by Eden's flood, Unfolds her tender mantle green, Or pranks the sod in frolic mood, Or tunes ...
'TWAS even-the dewy fields were green, On every blade the pearls hang; The zephyr wanton'd round the bean, And bore ...
O HOW can I be blythe and glad, Or how can I gang brisk and braw, When the bonie lad ...
HERE awa, there awa, wandering Willie, Now tired with wandering, haud awa hame; Come to my bosom, my ae only ...
LOUD blaw the frosty breezes, The snaws the mountains cover; Like winter on me seizes, Since my young Highland rover ...
ALTHO' my bed were in yon muir, Amang the heather, in my plaidie; Yet happy, happy would I be, Had ...
STREAMS that glide in orient plains, Never bound by Winter's chains; Glowing here on golden sands, There immix'd with foulest ...
O WERE my love yon Lilac fair, Wi' purple blossoms to the Spring, And I, a bird to shelter there, ...
carry the roads, move along. a song wears a long winter wind and i reasons to believe seasons to run, ...
The city purrs, it hums along, the morning hardly risen. A well-dressed drunk smears her finger across a doorman's lips ...
Some days I am Ana's teacher, some days she is mine. This morning, we look through her kitchen window, the ...
O English mother, in the ruddy glow Hugging your baby closer when outside You see the silent, soft, and cruel ...
From our happy home Through the world we roam One week in all the year, Making winter spring With the ...
1) An individual spider web identifies a species: an order of instinct prevails through all accidents of circumstance, though possibility ...
Celebrate our anniversary - can't you see tonight the snowy night of our first winter comes back again in every ...
'Not by the justice that my father spurn'd, Not for the thousands whom my father slew, Altars unfed and temples ...
NOW Nature hangs her mantle green On every blooming tree, And spreads her sheets o' daisies white Out o'er the ...
WHERE, braving angry winter's storms, The lofty Ochils rise, Far in their shade my Peggy's charms First blest my wondering ...
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