Gurtha (Emma Alice Browne Poems)
The lone winds creep with a snakish hissAmong the dwarfish bushes,And with deep sighing sadly kissThe wild brook's border rushes;The ...
The lone winds creep with a snakish hissAmong the dwarfish bushes,And with deep sighing sadly kissThe wild brook's border rushes;The ...
O SAY, if into sudden storm Some future cloud we may not shunShould burst, and Love's bright world deform, ...
He that is weary, let him sit. My soul would stirre And trade ...
Rose of Lancaster.Her downcast eyes are bent on earth,On her wild harp one lily armRested - then swept the trembling ...
Once more, then, we meet In the circles of yore;Let our song be as sweet In its wreaths as before,Who ...
My SisterCometh a voice from a far-land! Beautiful, sad, and low;Shineth a light from the star-land! Down on the night ...
Translated From The German of Goethe.WHY art thou sad, when all around So gay and bright appears? For plainly in ...
The world is sweet, and fair, and bright, And joy aboundeth everywhere,The glorious stars crown every night, And thro' the ...
Go when the morning shineth,Go when the moon is bright,Go when the day declineth,Go in the hush of night.Go with ...
I cannot find Thee! still on restless pinionMy spirit beats the void where Thou dost dwell:I wander lost through all ...
Lady, whom my beloved loves so well!When on his clasping arm thy head reclineth,When on thy lips his ardent kisses ...
I have read, in some old, marvellous tale, Some legend strange and vague, That a midnight host of spectres pale ...
------ What we sing in company Soon from heart to heart will fly. ----- THE Gesellige Lieder, which I have ...
NOBLE be man, Helpful and good! For that alone Distinguisheth him From all the beings Unto us known. Hail to ...
Once more, then, we meet In the circles of yore; Let our song be as sweet In its wreaths as ...
Who will in fairest book of nature know How virtue may best lodg'd in beauty be, Let him but learn ...
Who will in fairest book of nature know How virtue may best lodg'd in beauty be, Let him but learn ...
Gone were but the Winter, Come were but the Spring, I would go to a covert Where the birds sing; ...
How oft has the Benshee cried, How oft has death untied Bright links that Glory wove, Sweet bonds entwined by ...
Through grief and through danger thy smile hath cheer'd my way, Till hope seem'd to bud from each thorn that ...
SIR OZANA. All day long and every day, From Christmas-Eve to Whit-Sunday, Within that Chapel-aisle I lay, And no man ...
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