by Christina Rossetti Sonnets are full of love, and this my tome Has many sonnets: so here now shall be One sonnet more, a love sonnet, from me To her […]
by Christina Rossetti To-day’s your natal day; Sweet flowers I bring: Mother, accept, I pray My offering. And may you happy live, And long us bless; Receiving as you give […]
By Julia Ward Howe Arise then…women of this day! Arise, all women who have hearts! Whether your baptism be of water or of tears! Say firmly: “We will not have […]
By Julia Ward Howe I never made a poem, dear friend– I never sat me down, and said, This cunning brain and patient hand Shall fashion something to be read. […]
By Anne Killigrew BEhold, dear Mother, who was late our Fear, Disarm’d and Harmless, I present you here; The Tongue ty’d up, that made all Jury quake, And which so […]
By Rudyard Kipling If I were hanged on the highest hill, Mother o’ mine, O mother o’ mine! I know whose love would follow me still, Mother o’ mine, O […]
By Dorothy Parker The things she knew, let her forget again- The voices in the sky, the fear, the cold, The gaping shepherds, and the queer old men Piling their […]
By Dorothy Parker The day that I was christened- It’s a hundred years, and more!- A hag came and listened At the white church door, A-hearing her that bore me […]
By Vachel Lindsay (Note: — Pocahontas is buried at Gravesend, England.) “Pocahontas’ body, lovely as a poplar, sweet as a red haw in November or a pawpaw in May — […]