Poetry

Farewell, thou child of my right hand, and joy; My sin was too much hope of thee, lov’d boy. Seven years thou’wert lent to me, and I thee pay, Exacted by thy fate, on the ...

Corinna’s Going A-Maying Get up, get up for shame, the blooming Morn Upon her wings presents the god unshorn. See how Aurora throws her fair Fresh-quilted colours through the air; Get up, sweet slug-a-bed, and ...

Babysitter under the Bed The woman who had once been My babysitter Was on the floor under the bed, She was on top of newspapers, Looking out at the three of us, Her husband, my ...

Arms, and the man I sing, who, forc’d by fate, And haughty Juno’s unrelenting hate, Expell’d and exil’d, left the Trojan shore. Long labors, both by sea and land, he bore, And in the doubtful ...

Ave Maria Gratia Plena Was this His coming! I had hoped to see A scene of wondrous glory, as was told Of some great God who in a rain of gold Broke open bars and ...