A Broadway Idyl (Mary Eliza Perine Tucker Lambert Poems)
For hours I stood upon The Bridge,1Which looms like a volcanic ridge,Above a scathing fire below.A flaming crater of burning ...
For hours I stood upon The Bridge,1Which looms like a volcanic ridge,Above a scathing fire below.A flaming crater of burning ...
From the great sun light flows upon the earth; And every thing that lives this summer morn Looks joyous; all along the ...
To praise thy Author, Soul, do not forget;Canst thou, in gratitude, deny the debt?Lord, thou art great, how great we ...
While some affect the sun, and some the shade.Some flee the city, some the hermitage;Their aims as various, as the ...
River, that rollest by the ancient walls, Where dwells the lady of my love, when sheWalks by thy brink, and there ...
Ah, EVAN, by thy winding stream How once I lov'd to stray,And view the morning's redd'ning beam, Or charm of closing day!To ...
In that soft season, when descending show'rsCall forth the greens, and wake the rising flow'rs;When op'ning buds salute the welcome ...
'SQUIRE THOMAS; OR THE PRECIPITATE CHOICE.'Squire Thomas flatter'd long a wealthy Aunt,Who left him all that she could give or ...
(REFECTORY, MISSION SAN GABRIEL, 1869)Good!--said the Padre,--believe me still,"Don Giovanni," or what you will,The type's eternal! We knew him hereAs ...
In a wretched, lonely, desolate spotThat nursed and cherished and sheltered it not, In a cold and ...
O, MEMORY! thou, whose silent hand,With magic influence can commandTo life each vanish'd hour;'Tis thine to bid deep Thought surveyThe ...
It sleeps among the thousand hills Where no man ever trod, And only nature's music fills The silences of God. ...
Thoughts of the sunlight fainter and dimmer, And parched the grass. Breezes, freh breezes ...
Reading the menu at the morning service: - Iced Venusberg perhaps, or buttered bum - Orders the usual sex-ersatz, and, ...
River, that rollest by the ancient walls, Where dwells the lady of my love, when she Walks by thy brink, ...
I. He was a Grecian lad, who coming home With pulpy figs and wine from Sicily Stood at his galley's ...
THERE is a mountain and a wood between us, Where the lone shepherd and late bird have seen us Morning ...
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