The Me Within Thee Blind! (Dora Sigerson Shorter Poems)
I At the convent doors, full of alarm She stood, like a young bird quitting its nest. Her first flight ...
I At the convent doors, full of alarm She stood, like a young bird quitting its nest. Her first flight ...
"'There sinks the nebulous star we call the Sun,If that hypothesis of theirs be sound'Said Ida; 'let us down and ...
Among the numerous fools, by Fate design'd Oft to disturb, and oft divert, mankind, The reading coxcomb is of special ...
'Tis a poor drizzly morning, dark and sad.The cloud has fallen, and filled with fold on foldThe chimneyed city; and ...
The beings of the mind are not of clay; Essentially immortal, they createAnd multiply in us a brigher ray, And ...
The snow lies deep on hill and dale,In rocky gulch and grassy vale,The tiny, trickling, tumbling fallsAre frozen 'twixt their ...
Name of my heroine, simply "Rose;"Surname, tolerable only in prose;Habitat, Paris,--that is whereShe resided for change of air;Aetat twenty; complexion ...
Expect not (lovely Cynthia) yet from me Lines like thy fairest selfe, so ...
I. O NATURE! thou whom I have thought to love, Seeing in thine the reflex of God's face, A loathed ...
Beside an incubator stoodThe would-be mother of a brood.With drooping wings and nodding head,These are the clucked-out words she said:"O, ...
BECAUSE I know that there is that in me Of which thou shouldst be proud, and not ashamed,-- Because I ...
Would-be prophets tell usWe shall not re-knowThem that walked our fellowsIn the ways below!Smoking, smouldering TophetsSteaming hopeless plaints!Dreary, mole-eyed prophets!Mean, ...
I "O Time, whence comes the Mother's moody look amid her labours, As of one who all unwittingly has wounded ...
name meaning thread weaver or duck (these may be guesses from obscurity) ten-year faithful wife whilst her husband was gallivanting ...
The would-be disciples putting us in their story wanting to follow but things in the way It is as if ...
1 They that in play can do the thing they would, Having an instinct throned in reason's place, --And every ...
NO song nor dance I bring from yon great city, That queens it o'er our taste-the more's the pity: Tho' ...
At five this morn, when Phoebus raised his head From Thetis' lap, I raised myself from bed, And mounting steed, ...
'There sinks the nebulous star we call the Sun, If that hypothesis of theirs be sound' Said Ida; 'let us ...
At midnight the would-be ascetic announced: "This is the time to give up my home and seek for God. Ah, ...
Once I loved a fairy, Queen Mab it was. Her voice Was like a little Fountain That bids the birds ...
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