A Short Worke That Beareth The Name Of George Ripley (George Ripley Poems)
Take Heavy, Soft, Cold, and Drye;Clense him, and to Calx grind him subtily:Dissolve him in Water of the Wood;If thou ...
Take Heavy, Soft, Cold, and Drye;Clense him, and to Calx grind him subtily:Dissolve him in Water of the Wood;If thou ...
I ain't no verse-'og. When I busts in songAn' fills the air wiv choonful melerdy,I likes fer uvver coves to ...
THE land was pale with famineAnd racked with fever-pain;The frozen fiords were fishless,The earth withheld her grain.Men saw the boding ...
WHEN we were farm boys, years ago,I dare not tell how many,When, strange to say, the fairest dayWas often dark ...
Monarch of Hannah's rocking-chair,With unclipped beard and unkempt hair,Sitting at ease by the kitchen fire, Nor heeding the wind and the ...
At Market-Hill, as well appears By chronicle of ancient date,There stood for many hundred years A spacious thorn before the gate.Hither came ...
A thing 'at's 'bout as tryin' as a healthy man kin meetIs some poor feller's funeral a-joggin' 'long the street:The ...
Lonely musing, sadly thinking,Strength and spirits failing, sinking,Drooping, shivering, cow'ring, shrinking, In the wintry blast.Winds are howling, roaring, screaming,Thunder rolling, lightning ...
They took dead Cromwell from his grave, And stuck his head on high;The Merry Monarch and his men, They laughed as they ...
We passed old farmer Boothby in the field.Rugged and straight he stood; his body steeledWith stubbornness and age. We met ...
He shows a fool in every wiseWho day and night forever hiesFrom feast to feat to fill his paunchAnd make ...
How sweetly on the wood-girt townThe mellow light of sunset shone!Each small, bright lake, whose waters stillMirror the forest and ...
I Now is it as if Spring had never been, And Winter but a memory and dream, Here where the Summer stands, her ...
It sorter skeer'd the neighbours round, For of all the 'tarnal set thet clutchesTheir dollars firm, he wus the boss; An' yet ...
IHe was a Dreamer of the Days: Indolent as a lazy breezeOf midsummer, in idlest ways Lolling about in the shade of ...
Now that summer's ripen'd bloomFrolics where the winter frown'd,Stretch'd upon these banks of broom,We command the landscape round.Nature in the ...
ALL grim and soiled and brown with tan,I saw a Strong One, in his wrath,Smiting the godless shrines of manAlong ...
The type of enterprise is he, Of sense and thrift and toil; Who reckons less on pedigree Than rich, productive soil; And no "blue ...
They are mustering cattle on Brigalow Vale Where the stock-horses whinny and stamp,And where long Andy Ferguson, you may go bail, Is ...
[Aunt Susan sends Uncle Eph to town to sell the cow. Meeting Farmer Johnson with a dun mule, he makes ...
My son Hezekiah's a painter; yes, that's the purfession he's at;An artist, I mean,--course he ain't a whitewasher or nothin' ...
Oh! tell me, bonie young lassie!Oh tell me how for to woo!Oh tell me, bonie sweet lassie!Oh tell me how ...
When we've arrived by boat or rail, and feeling pretty well, And humped our heavy gladstones to the Great Norsouth Hotel; And ...
"What's the use of fairies?" said the child,"What's the use of fairies at all?The weeds in my garden grow wild,And ...
UNCLE JOHN, he makes me tired;Thinks 'at he's jest so all-firedSmart, 'at he kin pick up, so,Ever'thing he wants to ...
I. The juice-big apples' sullen gold, Like lazy Sultans laughed and lolled 'Mid heavy mats of leaves that lay Green-flatten'd 'gainst the glaring day; And ...
WHEN first Alcanzar to the town did come,The people all believ'd that he was dumb:In troops, with hasty steps to ...
FROM the soft shades, and from the balmy sweetsOf Medford's flowery vales, and green retreats,Your absent Delia to her father ...
I SPEAK with a proud tongue of the people who were And the people who are, The worthy of Ardara, the Rosses ...
It's hot to-day. The bees is buzzin' Kinder don't-keer-like aroun' An' fur off the warm air dances O'er the parchin' roofs in town. In ...
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