To A City Friend (Alexander Anderson Poems)
You prate about your busy town, And look upon myself with pity,As something too much overgrown To grace your cultivated ...
You prate about your busy town, And look upon myself with pity,As something too much overgrown To grace your cultivated ...
In the days when every seaport had its figureheads to show —Queens, princesses, sea-nymphs, witches, girls of all sorts, row ...
OH AmericaThe sun sets in you.Are you the grave of our day?Shall I come to you, the open tomb of ...
First all the host of RaphaelIn liveries of gold,Lifted the chorus on whose rhythmThe spinning spheres are rolled,-The Seraphs of ...
Late one evening I was sitting, gloomy shadows roundMe flitting,-- Mrs. Partington, a-knitting occupied the grate before;Suddenly I heard a ...
"WHEN Nature had made all her birds, With no more cares to think on, She gave a rippling laugh, ...
An empty bench, a sky of grayest etching,A bare, bleak shed in blackest silhouette,Twelve years of platform, and before them ...
ISir Knight of the world's oldest order,Sir Knight of the Army of God,You have crossed the strange mystical border,The ground ...
A GOTHIC BALLAD. MOURNING muse, record a ditty,Of two tender lovers dear:A heart of marble sure must pity,The woes of ...
'Do YOU NOT KNOW I LOVE YOU? "-So you cried, And blessed my lips with kisses multiplied, Sweeter than those ...
Six men went hunting, but only four returned. Two, in fact, hadn't returned. Oknov, Kozlov, Stryuchkov and Motylkov returned home ...
DedicationThese to His Memory—since he held them dear,Perchance as finding there unconsciouslySome image of himself—I dedicate,I dedicate, I consecrate with ...
To the memory of Dr. J. McSimpson, a colored Author of Anti-Slavery Ballads. Written for the Zanesville, O., Courier.When Israel ...
I'm home plenty early, I reckon—It's too soon to start cookin' grub,So before I begin with my bakin'I'll take me ...
Dedication Poem on the reception of the annex tothe home for aged colored people, from the bequest ofMr. Edward T. ...
I saw the Vertues sitting hand in handIn sev'rall ranks upon an azure throne,Where all the beasts and fowls, by ...
Can we stifle the old, long-lived Remorse,that lives, writhes, heaves,feeds on us, like a worm on a corpse,like oak-gall on ...
Woman s VoicePerhaps you find the angel most improbable?It spoke to men asleep, their minds ajarFor once to admit the ...
When I the memory repeatOf the heroic actions great,Which, in contempt of pain and death,Were done by men who drew ...
YOU never hear a woman boastOf her endurance, yet I vowThe tiniest mite o' a woman hasMore courage than a ...
I'll sing a little ditty, whichI trust you'll not think flat.Of a fine fat saucy ChinamanWho lives on Ballarat,Whose pigtail ...
HAIL, sacred Order of eternal Truth! That deep within the soul, In axiomatic majesty sublime, One undivided whole,- ...
We will go no more to Shaemus, at the Nip, for sly innuendo and an Oporto Flip, the rough but ...
For the courage which comes when we call,While troubles like hailstones fall;For the help that is somehow nigh,In the deepest ...
I.A pool of broken sunbeams layUpon the passage-floor,Radiant and rich, profound and gayAs ever diamond bore.Small, flitting hands a handkerchiefSpread ...
In the morning's light advancing, Forward bounds a gallant steed,Deck'd with Beauty's goodly housing, Shod with Youth, Health, ...
(In the Academy of Bruges) MYSTERY: God, man's life, born into man ...
TAKE , O take this sweet impression, Bear it on thy snowy breast;Words are feeble in expression, Yet ...
This Cenotaph is sacred to the Memory Of those departed Warriors, of the seventy--ninth regiment, by whose deliberate Valour, steady ...
ALL night I lingered at the Beach And trod the board walk up and down-- I vainly sought to cop ...
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