Poems with rhymes of flax

Mamma now brought her home a doll of wax,
Its hair in ringlets white, and soft as flax;

'Before my breath, like blazing flax,
Man and his marvels pass away!
And changing empires wane and wax,

The charming Sylvia beating flax,
Her shoulders marked with bloody tracks;

But wool and thread and flax,
And bits of faded silk and velvet
And candles of white wax.

But here's to replace him!--I can toy with his axe;
As I sit on the hill my feet swing in the flax,

In influence you yet will wax
With mills for flour and also flax.

That he swept through those desperate tracts,
With his hair beating back on his shoulders
Like the tops of the wind-hackled flax?

But endless flames, to scorch them up like flax—
Yet sure of heav'n themselves, as if they'd cribb'd
Th' impression of St. Peter's keys in wax!

Plot, ye subtle statesmen,--a trace of melted wax;
Bind, ye haughty prelates,--a thread of ravelled flax;

Her willingness to tax,
And pointed out a broken loom
And half a ton of flax,

In influence you yet will wax
With mills for flour and also flax.