A Poem On The African Slave Trade. Addressed To Her Own Sex. Part II (Mary Birkett Card Poems)
ERST, when the Muse of Pity o'er me stole,And kindled new ideas in my soul;When Nature's rude effusions pour'd along,Impell'd ...
ERST, when the Muse of Pity o'er me stole,And kindled new ideas in my soul;When Nature's rude effusions pour'd along,Impell'd ...
The manner of a Sinner's divorce from the Law in a work of Humiliation, and his Marriage to the Lord ...
WE were down in the Indian Ocean, after sperm, and three years out;The last six months in the tropics, and ...
You, who the sweets of rural life have known,Despise the ungrateful hurry of the town;In Windsor groves your easy hours ...
There lies a vale in Ida, lovelierThan all the valleys of Ionian hills.The swimming vapour slopes athwart the glen,Puts forth ...
March month of 'many weathers' wildly comesIn hail and snow and rain and threatning humsAnd floods: while often at his ...
You shall hear how HiawathaPrayed and fasted in the forest,Not for greater skill in hunting,Not for greater craft in fishing,Not ...
Monday The world is a ball of water. See, it is round-sided. I move across its topside, upon the world, not in it. The boat ...
"Oh, dear, with the just unfolded tender leaflets of Mango trees as his incisive arrows, and with shining strings of ...
1I the first man, the majestyOf creatures, Time's tall birth,Spring at God's finger-touch erect,Glorying upon earth.Above me the blue solemn ...
Still let low wits, who sense nor honour prize,Sneer at all gratitude, all truth disguise;At living worth, because alive, exclaim,Insult ...
ICOOK was a captain of the AdmiraltyWhen sea-captains had the evil eye,Or should have, what with beating krakens offAnd casting ...
There are lonesome places upon the earthThat have never re-echoed a sound of mirth,Where the spirits abide that feast and ...
The smell of snow, stinging in nostrils as the wind lifts it from a beachEve-shuttering, mixed with sand, or when ...
(The Defence of Perushtitsa)O stirring of glory, O sombre sad stirring,Days of proud struggle, O days of adversity!Epic obscure and ...
SPRING, COAST RANGEThe glow of my campfire is dark red and flameless,The circle of white ash widens around it.I get ...
DEAR Agnes, gleamed with joy and dashed with tears,O'er us have glided almost sixty yearsSince we on Bothwell's bonny braes ...
IFirst LoveTHOUGH nurtured like the sailing moonIn beauty's murderous brood,She walked awhile and blushed awhileAnd on my pathway stoodUntil I ...
Still, shall unthinking man substantial deemThe forms that fleet through life's deceitful dream?On clouds, where Fancy's beam amusive plays,Shall heedless ...
I mind the river from Mount Frome To Ballanshantie's Bridge,The Mudgee Hills, and Buckaroo, Lowe's Peak, and Granite Ridge.The "tailers" in the ...
Three youths in the heyday of life's hopeful spring, On a bright April morn gaily hied,With three little skiffs, each one ...
As for Deirdre, she cried pitifully, wearily, and tore her fair hair,and she was talking of the sons of Usnach, ...
To Thomas Pennant, Esquire.… equidem credo, quia sit divinitus illisIngenium. ~ Virgil, Georgics. When day declining sheds a milder gleam, What time ...
To Thomas Pennant, Esquire.... equidem credo, quia sit divinitus illisIngenium.Virg., Georg.When day declining sheds a milder gleam,What time the may-fly ...
This is a land of forests, and of meresStirless and deep, replenished with my tears.Here the pine harps, and many ...
What deaths men have died, not fighting but impotent. Hung on the wire, between trenches, burning and freezing, Groaning for water with ...
Gushing from this living fountain,Music pours a falling strain,As the goddess of the mountainComes with all her sparkling train.From her ...
The jaunty crop-haired grayingWomen in grocery stores,Their clothes boyish and neat,New mittens or clean sneakers,Clean hands, hips not bad still,Buying ...
I saw the spiders marching through the air,Swimming from tree to tree that mildewed dayIn latter August when the hayCame ...
To the Emerald Isle, where our kindred are dwelling,And where the remains of our forefathers sleep,Our eyes turn to-day, with ...
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