A Poetical Epistle To Lady Austen (William Cowper Poems)
Dear Anna, -- Between friend and friend,Prose answers every common end;Serves, in a plain and homely way,To express the occurrence ...
Dear Anna, -- Between friend and friend,Prose answers every common end;Serves, in a plain and homely way,To express the occurrence ...
DECEMBER 15, 1874I SUPPOSE it's myself that you're making allusion toAnd bringing the sense of dismay and confusion to.Of course ...
Come hither, and behold the fruits,Vain man! of all thy vain pursuits.Take wise advice, and look behind,Bring all past actions ...
When wise Minerva still was young And just the least romantic,Soon after from Jove's head she flung That preternatural antic,'Tis said, to ...
AUTOCRAT-PROFESSOR-POETAT A BOOKSTOREAnno Domini 1972A CRAZY bookcase, placed beforeA low-price dealer's open door;Therein arrayed in broken rowsA ragged crew of ...
What is she writing? Watch her now,How fast her fingers move !How eagerly her youthful browIs bent in thought above ...
LET the liar call me liar, And the robber call me thief.They can only fan the fire That is born of my ...
"There, on the left!" said the colonel: the battlehad shuddered and faded away,Wraith of a fiery enchantment that left onlyashes ...
A JUDGEMENT clear, a pensive mindWith feelings tender and refined;A generous heart in kindness glowing,An open hand on all bestowing;A ...
VVere I to leave no more then a good friend,Or but to hear the summons to my end,(Which I have ...
(A Letter to a Man)(1)My dear Master,This is a letter from a stupid womanHas a stupid woman before me, written ...
The President to Kingdoms, As in the Days of Old;The King to the Republic, As it had been foretold.They could not read ...
So the days of my tramping are over, And the days of my riding are done-I'm about as content as a ...
Since I've been in jailthe world has turned around the sun ten timesAnd if you ask the earth, it will ...
Man-dirt and stomachs that the sea unloads; rocketsof quick lice crawling inland, planting their damn flags,putting their malethings in any ...
I GIVE thee joy!-I know to thee The dearest spot on earth must beWhere sleeps thy loved one by the summer ...
Now the rage of Battle ended And the French for mercy call;Death no more in smoke and thunder Rode upon the vengeful ...
Lying in bed this morning, just a yearSince our first days, I was trying to assess --Against my natural caution ...
If pure goodwill, not meaning ill, might boldly, might boldly, Presume to tell his minde:I wold not vse, in terms diffuse, ...
Lying in bed this morning, just a yearSince our first days, I was trying to assess -Against my natural caution ...
Nine months after writing this poem, my mother died, Dec. 21st, 1894. My vision eye beholds a form, Bent low by years ...
<i>Mors Janua Vitae.</i>I am the God of the sensuous fireThat moulds all Nature in forms divine;The symbols of death and ...
a woman of indeterminate agein the fading lighthands folded on her lapthose same daysthose same facesa current carriedon and onhair ...
No holly bush is here; no ancient yew tree;Strange stones embedded in the salt marsh stand,And rusted by the sun, ...
INSCRIBED TO ROBERT C. WATERSTON, OF BOSTON.Fold her, O Father, in Thine arms, And let her henceforth be A messenger of love ...
Darkly expressive of some past Events that were soon to be revealed to her.Last night I dreamt,Whate'er it may forebode ...
But what's the use of writing 'bush'- Though editors demand it-For city folk, and farming folk, Can never understand it.They're blind to ...
Even in such a scene of senseless playThe children were surprised one summer-dayBy a strange man who called across the ...
We see it each day in the paper,And know that there's mischief in store;That some unprofessional caperHas landed a shark ...
Of the many men whom I am, whom we are,I cannot settle on a single one.They are lost to me ...
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