Tag: American
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‘The Snake’ by Emily Dickinson (1830-1886)
A narrow fellow in the grass Occasionally rides; You may have met him, – did you not, His notice sudden is. The grass divides as with a comb, 5 A spotted shaft is seen; And then it closes at your feet And opens further on. He likes a boggy acre, A floor too cool for…
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‘Upon a Wasp’ by Edward Taylor (1642-1729)
The bear that breathes the northern blastDid numb, torpedo-like, a waspWhose stiffened limbs encramped, lay bathingIn Sol’s warm breath and shine as saving,Which with her hands she chafes and standsRubbing her legs, shanks, thighs, and hands.Her pretty toes, and fingers’ endsNipped with this breath, she out extendsUnto the sun, in great desireTo warm her digits…
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‘To my Dear and Loving Husband’ by Anne Bradstreet (1612-1672)
If ever two were one, then surely we. If ever man were loved by wife, then thee. If ever wife was happy in a man, 3 Compare with me, ye women, if you can. I prize thy love more than whole mines of gold, Or all the riches that the East doth hold. 6 My…
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‘Bury Me in a Free Land’ by Frances Ellen Watkins Harper (1825-1911)
Make me a grave where’er you will,In a lowly plain or a lofty hill,Make it among earth’s humbled graves,But not in land where men are slaves. I could not rest if around my graveI heard the steps of a trembling slave:His shadow above my silent tombWould make it a place of fearful gloom. 8I could…
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‘38 Meditation. 1 John 2:1 – An Advocate with the Father’ by Edward Taylor (1645- 1729)
Oh! What a thing is Man? Lord, Who am I? That Thou shouldst give him Law (Oh! golden line) To regulate his Thoughts, Words, Life thereby. And judge him Wilt thereby too in thy time. A Court of Justice thou in heaven holdst To try his Case while he’s here housed on mould. 6 How…
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‘Farewell’ by Emily Dickinson (1830-1886)
Tie the strings to my life, my Lord Then I am ready to go! Just look at the horses – Rapid! That will do! 4 Put me in on the firmest side, So I shall never fall; For we must ride to the Judgement, And it’s partly downhill. 8 But never I mind the bridges,…
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