The Morai (Helen Maria Williams Poems)
FAIR OTAHEITE , fondly blest By him who long was doom'd to brave The fury of the Polar wave, That fiercely mounts the ...
FAIR OTAHEITE , fondly blest By him who long was doom'd to brave The fury of the Polar wave, That fiercely mounts the ...
There is sorrow in Beechenbrook Cottage; the day Has been bright with the earliest glory of May; The blue of the sky ...
A son of elder sons I am, Whose boyhood days were cramped and scant,Through ages of domestic sham And family lies and ...
INTRODUCTION.If ye will walk amid the ancient wood,Ye will perceive the lordly oak o'erspreadThe slender shrubs, and shield them from ...
"Arrest thy steps! On these sad plains, Fair dame, no farther go! But listen to the martial strains, Whose wildness speaks of woe! Hark! ...
Coming, clean from the Maryland-endOf this great National Road of ours,Through your vast West; with the time to spend,Stopping for ...
'Twas such a manner of disease, 'twas suchMortal miasma in Cecropian landsWhilom reduced the plains to dead men's bones,Unpeopled the ...
FROM HER FRIEND IN THE COUNTRY.By especial request I take up my pen,To write a few lines to my dear ...
IF thou'rt a drunkard, fond of ale and wine,And smokest vile mundungus without end,Cry out with speed, unto th' Pow'r ...
From my proper clime and subjects,In my hot and swarthy East,North and Westward I am comingFor a conquest and a ...
You say, as one who shapes a life,That you will never be a wife,And, laughing lightly, ask my aidTo paint ...
Ye ductile youths, whose rising sunHath many circles still to run;Who wisely with the pilot's chart,To steer thro' life the ...
Mourn Cambria, thoughtless Cambria mourn,Like Nineveh, repentent turn,Put sackcloth on — proclaim a fast —Cry out for Grace, and mend ...
I've left my own old home of homes, Green fields and every pleasant place;The summer like a stranger comes, I pause and ...
The Hired Man's supper, which he sat before,In near reach of the wood-box, the stove-doorAnd one leaf of the kitchen-table, ...
18th March celebrates the birth of a fine poet and soldier Wilfred OwenMarch 18th celebrates the birthday of a man. ...
Up in the Highlands of ScotlandThe fairies are very rude;I do not know if all are so-Some of them may ...
NATHAN BEANS and William Lambert were two wild New England boys,Known from infancy to revel only in forbidden joys.Many a ...
Great Man of God, whom God doeth call, and chooseOn Earth his great Lieutenents place to use,Wee blesse the tyme, ...
JanuaryThe first fair month! In singing Summer's sphereShe glows, the eldest daughter of the year.All light, all warmth, all passion, ...
W'y, one time wuz a little-weenty dirl,An' she wuz named Red Riding Hood, 'cause her--Her _Ma_ she maked a little ...
_Written jointly with a particular Friend, after a conversationsimilar to the subject, with the Damon of the Story_. --------Believing love was ...
Go fight for Freedom, Warriors of the West!At last the word is spoken: Go!Lay on for Liberty. 'Twas at her ...
The second time I lived on earth Was several hundred years ago;And-royal by my second birth- I know as much as most ...
A West Australian Bushman's StoryWell, mate, you've asked about a fellowYou met to-day, in a black-and-yellowChain-gang suit, with a peddler's ...
When the long grey lines came flooding upon Paris in the plain,We stood and drank of the last free air ...
I.Whither is Europe's ancient spirit fled?Where are those valiant tenants of her shore,Who from the warrior bow the strong dart ...
I.Along Crane River's sunny slopesBlew warm the winds of May,And over Naumkeag's ancient oaksThe green outgrew the gray.The grass was ...
This was a city once: women lived here;Their voices were low to their lovers, o'nights by the murmuring waters;Their hands ...
YE that have faced the billows and the sprayOf good St. Botolph's island-studded bay,As from the gliding bark your eye ...
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