The Silver Wedding (Albert Pike Poems)
A MasqueJAMES ALEXANDER WILLIAMSON: ANN WHITFIELD GREGORY: Married April 7, 1853. Annus Eighteen Hundred and Fifty-three. Annus Eighteen Hundred and ...
A MasqueJAMES ALEXANDER WILLIAMSON: ANN WHITFIELD GREGORY: Married April 7, 1853. Annus Eighteen Hundred and Fifty-three. Annus Eighteen Hundred and ...
Subtly conscious, all awake,Let us clear our eyes, and breakThrough the cloudy chrysalis,See the wonder as it is.Down a narrow ...
Thou see'st her pictured with her shining hair, (Famed were those tresses in Provencal song,)Half braided, half o'er cheek and ...
My child, my child, thou leav'st me!??"I shall hearThe gentle voice no more that blest mine earWith its first utterance; ...
And slight, withal, may be the things which bringBack on the heart the weight which it would fling Aside for ...
O LIVE! (Thus seems it we should say to our beloved,-- Each held by such slight links, so oft removed ...
FLUSHED with a crimson sunrise beauty, The fair new year its promise gave; Such dreams we had of ...
Welcome, May! welcome, May!Thou hast been too long away,All the widow'd wintry hoursWept for thee, gentle May;But the fault was ...
Up and lead the dance of Fate! Lift the song that mortals hate! Tell what rights are ours on earth, ...
The sick man said: "I pray I shall not die Before this tumult which now rocks the earth Shall cease. ...
IF one might hope that when we say farewell To life, we two might but be one at ...
"LIKE to a coin, passing from hand to hand, Are common memories, and day by day The sharpness of their ...
LXIWhen I remember, Love, the happy hours That came too rarely, and appeared too brief, Rescued by us from our ...
Thou liest dead,—lie on: of theeNo sweet remembrances shall be,Who never plucked Pierian rose,Who never chanced on Anter?s.Unknown, unnoticed, there ...
A mason came forth and said, "Speak to us of Houses." And he answered and said: Build of your imaginings ...
'Twas at that hour of beauty when the setting sun squandereth his cloudy bed with rosy hues, to flood his ...
I There was a roaring in the wind all night; The rain came heavily and fell in floods; But now ...
If I could ever write a lasting verse, It should be laid, deare Sainte, upon thy herse. But Sorrow is ...
Adieu dear object of my Love's excess, And with thee all my hopes of happiness, With the same fervent and ...
And doth not a meeting like this make amends For all the long years I've been wandering away -- To ...
Rain filled the streets once a year, rising almost to door and window sills, battering walls and roofs until it ...
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