The Deliverance (Frances Ellen Watkins Poems)
Master only left old MistusOne bright and handsome boy;But she fairly doted on him,He was her pride and joy.We all ...
Master only left old MistusOne bright and handsome boy;But she fairly doted on him,He was her pride and joy.We all ...
Build me a nation, said the Lord. The distant nations heard the word, Build me a nation true and strong, ...
He lifted up his pleading eyes, And scanned each cruel face, Where cold and brutal cowardice Had left its evil ...
Moses sought again the presence of the king:And Pharaoh's brow grew dark with wrath,And rising up in angry haste, he ...
From Rome's palaces and villas Gaily issued forth a throng; From her humbler habitations Moved a human tide along. Haughty ...
She leaned her head upon her hand And heard the King's decree — "My lords are feasting in my halls; ...
Say not the age is hard and cold—I think it brave and grand;When men of diverse sects and creedsAre clasping ...
Maceo dead! a thrill of sorrow Through our hearts in sadness ran When we felt in one sad hour That ...
You can sigh o'er the sad-eyed Armenian Who weeps in her desolate home. You can mourn o'er the exile of ...
It shall be a royal mansion, A fair and beautiful thing,It will be the presence-chamber Of thy Saviour, Lord and ...
I had a dream, a varied dream:Before my ravished sightThe city of my Lord arose,With all its love and light.The ...
Men of Cleveland, had a vultureSought a timid dove for preyWould you not, with human pity, Drive the gory bird ...
Onward to her destination, O'er the stream that Hannah sped,When a cry of consternation Smote and chilled our hearts with ...
Make me a grave where'er you will,In a lowly plain, or a lofty hill; Make it among earth's humblest graves,But ...
We may sigh o'er the heavy burdens Of the black, the brown and white; But if we all clasped hands ...
Out in the cold mid the dreary night,Under the eaves of homes so bright:Snowflakes falling o'er mother's graveWill no one ...
Do you see this grain of sandLying loosely in my hand?Do you know to me it broughtJust a simple loving ...
Let me make the songs for the people, Songs for the old and young; Songs to stir like a battle-cry ...
The sale began-young girls were there, Defenseless in their wretchedness,Whose stifled sobs of deep despair Revealed their anguish and distress.And ...
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