On The Death Of Her Royal Highness The Princess Amelia (Emma Lyon Poems)
MY pensive Muse would o'er thy royal bier, Fair Princess! breathe affliction's pitying sigh;Would deck thy hearse with many ...
MY pensive Muse would o'er thy royal bier, Fair Princess! breathe affliction's pitying sigh;Would deck thy hearse with many ...
The dews are heavy on my brow; My breath comes hard and low;Yet, mother dear, grant one request, Before your ...
My mournful soul, you, sorrowingFor all my friends around,You have become the burial vaultOf all those hounded down.Devoting to their ...
What dost thou here, thou shining, sinless thing,With many colored hues and shapely wing?Why quit the open field and summer ...
Oft have I seen at some cathedral door . A laborer, pausing in the dust and heat, . Lay down ...
1917 They shall not return to us, the resolute, the young, The eager and whole-hearted whom we gave: But the ...
I like the old house tolerably well, Where I must dwell Like a familiar gnome; And yet I never shall ...
All worldly shapes shall melt in gloom, The Sun himself must die, Before this mortal shall assume Its Immortality! I ...
"Aug." 10, 1911. Full moon to-night; and six and twenty years Since my full moon first broke from angel spheres! ...
"Aug." 10, 1911. Full moon to-night; and six and twenty years Since my full moon first broke from angel spheres! ...
They talk of short-lived pleasure--be it so-- Pain dies as quickly; stern, hard-featured pain Expires, and lets her weary prisoner ...
WHAT thing shall be held up to woman's beauty? Where are the bounds of it? Yea, what is all The ...
A guilty conscience eased by confession and pardon. While I keep silence, and conceal My heavy guilt within my heart, ...
Leodogran, the King of Cameliard, Had one fair daughter, and none other child; And she was the fairest of all ...
Between the green bud and the red Youth sat and sang by Time, and shed From eyes and tresses flowers ...
One night one night all full of murmurings, of perfumes and music of wings; one night in which fantastic fireflies ...
Alone in the woods I felt The bitter hostility of the sky and the trees Nature has taught her creatures ...
LOVE, I renounce thy tyrant sway, I mock thy fascinating art, MINE, be the calm unruffled day, That brings no ...
I Our brains ache, in the merciless iced east winds that knife us . . . Wearied we keep awake ...
My soul looked down from a vague height with Death, As unremembering how I rose or why, And saw a ...
Our fathers all were poor, Poorer our fathers' fathers; Beyond, we dare not look. We, the sons, keep store Of ...
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