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Miriam Tazewell
© John Crowe Ransom
When Miriam Tazewell heard the tempest bursting
And his wrathy whips across the sky drawn crackling
She stuffed her ears for fright like a young thing
And with heart full of the flowers took to weeping.
Thomas Heywood: X
© Algernon Charles Swinburne
TOM, if they loved thee best who called thee Tom.
What else may all men call thee, seeing thus bright
Lines on the Opening of a Spring Campaign
© Amelia Opie
Spring! thy impatient bloom restrain!
Nor wake so soon thy genial power;
For deeds of death must hail thy reign,
And clouds of fate around thee lower:….
The Parish Register - Part II: Marriages
© George Crabbe
made.
Yet now, would Phoebe her consent afford,
Her slave alone, again he'd mount the board;
With her should years of growing love be spent,
And growing wealth;--she sigh'd and look'd consent.
Now, through the lane, up hill, and 'cross the
To Brenda Williams On Her Fiftieth Birthday
© Barry Tebb
The years become you as Oxford becomes you,
