Madeline. A Domestic Tale (Felicia Dorothea Hemans Poems)
My child, my child, thou leav'st me!??"I shall hearThe gentle voice no more that blest mine earWith its first utterance; ...
My child, my child, thou leav'st me!??"I shall hearThe gentle voice no more that blest mine earWith its first utterance; ...
Warrior! whose image on thy tomb, With shield and crested head,Sleeps proudly in the purple gloom By the stain'd window ...
Translated From the Italian of Dante ("Purgatorio," Canto VIII., v. 43-84).AGAIN Sordello spoke-- "Into this dell, Among the mighty Dead, ...
EVOLVING, changing, onwards still we press-- We must advance, invent, construct, possess; No matter what a price we ...
There fell on me a dream when days were gray, And Hope had left me there to grope aloneAmid ...
Catching the sunbeams, oh, wee dimpled child, Gleefully laughing because they are bright; Knowing, ah! never, my beautiful pet, Ne'er ...
O king! what is the quest that evermore Foredooms thy feet to roam, yet blinds thine eyes? ...
Crippled for life at seventeen,His great eyes seems to question why:with both legs smashed it might have beenBetter in that ...
Into my heart, Sorrow, you found a way; Mine enemy, it was bitter to weep and pray; I gave you ...
The Fire at Tranter Sweatley's THEY had long met o' Zundays--her true love and she-- And at junketings, maypoles, and ...
They had long met o' Zundays--her true love and she-- And at junketings, maypoles, and flings; But she bode wi' ...
England, with all thy faults, I love thee still-- My country! and, while yet a nook is left Where English ...
Sence fair Jessica hez left us Seems ez ef she hed bereft us, When she went, o' half o' livin'; ...
At four o'clock in the gun-metal blue dark we hear the first crow of the first cock just below the ...
1 O sight of shame, and pain, and dole! O fearful thought-a convict Soul! RANG the refrain along the hall, ...
Between the wave-ridge and the strand I let you forth in sight of land, Songs that with storm-crossed wings and ...
When from my fumbling hand the tired pen falls, And in the twilight weary droops my head; While to my ...
I I took the clock down from the shelf; "At eight," said I, "I shoot myself." It lacked a minute ...
I Flat as a drum-head stretch the haggard snows; The mighty skies are palisades of light; The stars are blurred; ...
As Daniel, bird-alone, in that far land, Kneeling in fervent prayer, with heart-sick eyes Turned thro' the casement toward the ...
Undoubtedly he will relent, and turn From his displeasure; in whose look serene, When angry most he seemed and most ...
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