Cinderella (Clara Doty Bates Poems)
Poor, pretty little thing she was, The sweetest-faced of girls, With eyes as blue as larkspurs, And ...
Poor, pretty little thing she was, The sweetest-faced of girls, With eyes as blue as larkspurs, And ...
Ah, very, very poor was she-- Old Dame Pig, with her children three! Robust, beautiful little ones ...
"I - At Her Dugout Because it's cut in the canyon bank, you looked For a rabbit hole with a ...
OF manufactures, trade, inventions rare,Steam-towers and looms, you'd know our Borough's share -'Tis small: we boast not these rich subjects ...
I If I were in Japan today, In little Japan today, I'd watch the sampan-rowers ride On Yokohama ...
(NORTHERN MEXICO, 1640)As you look from the plaza at Leon westYou can see her house, but the view is bestFrom ...
To SAROJINI NAIDU A YOUTH OF SHEBA. THE QUEEN OF SHEBA. THE HERALD. ...
Long ago and long ago, And long ago still, There dwelt three merry maidens Upon a distant hill. One was ...
"Standing between the sun and moon preservesA certain secrecy. Or seems to keepSomething inviolate if only thatHis father was an ...
Oh! was there ever tale of human loveWhich was not also tale of human tears?Died not sweet Desdemona? sorrowed notFair, ...
With tears I leave these academic bowers, And cease to cull the scientific flowers; With tears I hail the fair ...
O Rome, tremendous! who, beholding thee, Shall not forget the bitterest private grief That e'er made havoc of ...
Days, when the ball of our visionHad eagles that flew unabashed to sun;When the grasp on the bow was decision,And ...
Oh, but the heavenly grammar did I holdOf that high speech which angels' tongues turn gold!So should her deathless beauty ...
Under an arch of glorious leaves I passedOut of the wood and saw the sickle moonFloating in daylight o'er the ...
I. Leave, bashfull Muse, the too hot Latian Shore, To Albions temperate Clime sail or'e; Sing Learnings Tempe, where clear ...
As still, with Hope's delusion gay,AMANTOR traced his devious way,A stately Palace rose to view;The walls were gold ...
I The old grey mother she thrummed on her knee: There is a rose that's ready; And which of the ...
BLUE, the wreaths of smoke, like drooping bannersFrom the flaming battlements of sunsetHung suspended; and within his whareHipe, last of ...
1--IWhen the South sang like a nightingaleAbove a bower in May,The training of Love's vine of flameWas writ in laws, ...
Out of the woods by the creek cometh a calling for Peter,And from the orchard a voice echoes and echoes ...
"Sweet are the rosy memories of the lips That first kiss'd ours, albeit they kiss no more: Sweet is the ...
Come out into the garden, Maud; In whispered tones young Percy said: He but repeated what ...
Aye, but she?Your other sister and my other soulGrave Silence, lovelierThan the three loveliest maidens, what of her?Clio, not you,Not ...
I Love now, my heart, there is but now to love; Seek nothing more, but let it be enough That ...
Little Boy Blue lost his way in a wood—Sing apples and cherries, roses and honey:He said, "I would not go ...
I.MY lay is ended! closed the circling year, From Spring's first dawn to Winter's darkling night; The moan of sorrow, ...
Think, kind Jesu, my salvationCaused Thy wondrous Incarnation,Leave me not to reprobation.Faint and weary Thou hast sought me,On the Cross ...
Mr. Simkin B---n---r---d to Lady B---n---r---d, at --- Hall, North. A Description of the Ball, with an Episode on Beau ...
Am I not he that hath made thee and begotten thee, I, God, the spirit of man?Wherefore now ...
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