Habeas Corpus (Helen Hunt Jackson Poems)
My body, eh? Friend Death, how now? Why all this tedious pomp of writ? Thou hast reclaimed it sure and slow For half ...
My body, eh? Friend Death, how now? Why all this tedious pomp of writ? Thou hast reclaimed it sure and slow For half ...
Of all the songs which poets sing The ones which are most sweet Are those which at close intervals A low refrain repeat; Some ...
The Fir-Tree looked on stars, but loved the Brook!"O silver-voiced! if thou wouldst wait,My love can bravely woo." All smiles ...
I never had a title-deedTo my estate. But little heedEyes give to me, when I walk byMy fields, to see ...
At the king's gate the subtle noonWove filmy yellow nets of sun;Into the drowsy snare too soonThe guards fell one ...
He lies on his back, the idling smith, A lazy, dreaming fellow is he;The sky is blue, or the sky is ...
Only a night from old to new!Only a night, and so much wrought!The Old Year's heart all weary grew,But said: ...
O the years I lost before I knew you,Love!O, the hills I climbed and came not to you,Love!Ah! who shall ...
Like a blind spinner in the sun,I tread my days;I know that all the threads will runAppointed ways;I know each ...
I dreamed that I was dead and crossed the heavens,— Heavens after heavens with burning feet and swift,—And cried: "O God, ...
When night falls on the earth, the sea From east to west lies twinkling bright With shining beams from beacons high Which flash ...
O marvel, fruit of fruits, I pauseTo reckon thee. I ask what causeSet free so much of red from heatsAt ...
O suns and skies and clouds of June,And flowers of June together,Ye cannot rival for one hourOctober's bright blue weather;When ...
Mother, I see you with your nursery light,Leading your babies, all in white,To their sweet rest;Christ, the Good Shepherd, carries ...
Unto one who lies at rest'Neath the sunset, in the West,Clover-blossoms on her breast.Lover of each gracious thingWhich makes glad ...
They bade me cast the thing away, They pointed to my hands all bleeding, They listened not to all my pleading; The thing ...
"O bees, sweet bees!" I said, "that nearest fieldIs shining white with fragrant immortelles.Fly swiftly there and drain those honey ...
My snowy eupatorium has droppedIts silver threads of petals in the night;No signal told its blossoming had stopped;Its seed-films flutter ...
O proudly name their names who bravely sailTo seek brave lost in Arctic snows and seas!Bring money and bring ships, ...
FATHER, I scarcely dare to pray, So clear I see, now it is done,That I have wasted half my day, And left ...
O Winter! frozen pulse and heart of fire,What loss is theirs who from thy kingdom turnDismayed, and think thy snow ...
WITH sails full set, the ship her anchor weighs.Strange names shine out beneath her figure head.What glad farewells with eager ...
Along Ancona's hills the shimmering heat,A tropic tide of air with ebb and flowBathes all the fields of wheat until ...
Somewhere thou awaitest, And I, with lips unkissed,Weep that thus to latest Thou puttest off our tryst!The golden bowls are broken, The silver ...
O golden month! How high thy gold is heaped!The yellow birch-leaves shine like bright coins strungOn wands; the chestnut's yellow ...
What freeman knoweth freedom? Never heWhose father's father through long lives have reignedO'er kingdoms which mere heritage attained.Though from his ...
Old as the world—no other things so old;Nay, older than the world, else, how had sprungSuch lusty strength in them ...
Still lie the sheltering snows, undimmed and white;And reigns the winter's pregnant silence still;No sign of spring, save that the ...
This is the treacherous month when autumn daysWith summer's voice come bearing summer's gifts.Beguiled, the pale down-trodden aster liftsHer head ...
Month which the warring ancients strangely styledThe month of war,—as if in their fierce waysWere any month of peace!—in thy ...
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