The Foster-Child (Mary Elizabeth Robinson Poems)
IN IMITATION OF SPENCER.CANTO I.'MID Cambria's hills a lowly cottage stood,Circled with mossy tufts of sombre green;A vagrant brook flow'd ...
IN IMITATION OF SPENCER.CANTO I.'MID Cambria's hills a lowly cottage stood,Circled with mossy tufts of sombre green;A vagrant brook flow'd ...
Here at thy broad sea gate,On the ultimate ocean wave,Where millions in hope have entered in,Joyous, elateA home and a ...
[Written for and read at the Camp Fire of the G.A.R. Department ofMinnesota, National Encampment of the Grand Army of ...
I KNOW a little patch of mountain ground.Low-settled by itself; and MoosilaukeStands boldly in the west but never seesIts little ...
The sun descends along the glowing west,His bright rays quivering o'er Potomac's breast--And still he flashes, with his parting smile,And ...
LIFE-GLOWING Season !--odor-breathing SPRING ,Deck'd in cerulean splendors,--vivid, warm,Shedding soft lustre on the rosy hours,And calling forth their beauties ! ...
Yes! in the sea of life enisled,With echoing straits between us thrown,Dotting the shoreless watery wild,We mortal millions live alone.The ...
Green pasture-slopes with dotting trees;Broad garden-stretches, far and fair;White cloud on cloud of orchard-bloom;A balm, a fragrance, all the air!Whistle ...
A FIRST walk after sickness: the sweet breeze That murmurs welcome in the bending trees, When the cold shadowy foe ...
THERE'S a mansion old 'mid the hills of the west,So old, that men know not by whom it was built;But ...
Truly, they're stupid, these village churchesWhere fifteen ugly chicks soiling the pillarsListen, trilling out their divine responses,To a black freak ...
Each in his narrow cell forever laid,The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep.—Gray's ElegyThe mist lies on Glen Aymer hill, ...
Summers and summers have come, and gone with the flight of the swallow; Sunshine and thunder have been, storm, and ...
Hunters are fretting, and hacks in a lather, Sportsmen arriving from left and from right; Bridle-roads bringing them, see how ...
Yes! in the sea of life enisled, With echoing straits between us thrown, Dotting the shoreless watery wild, We mortal ...
I. He was a Grecian lad, who coming home With pulpy figs and wine from Sicily Stood at his galley's ...
NOT alone those camps of white, O soldiers, When, as order'd forward, after a long march, Footsore and weary, soon ...
'Twas in the year of 1889, and in the month of June, Ten thousand people met with a fearful doom, ...
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