When The War Is Over (Margaret Junkin Preston Poems)
A CHRISTMAS LAY.I. Ah! the happy Christmas times! Times we all remember;-- Times that flung a ruddy glow O'er the gray December;-- Will they never ...
A CHRISTMAS LAY.I. Ah! the happy Christmas times! Times we all remember;-- Times that flung a ruddy glow O'er the gray December;-- Will they never ...
Lonely musing, sadly thinking,Strength and spirits failing, sinking,Drooping, shivering, cow'ring, shrinking, In the wintry blast.Winds are howling, roaring, screaming,Thunder rolling, lightning ...
Yet once more, and once more, awake, my Harp,From silence and neglect—one lofty strain;Lofty, yet wilder than the winds of ...
Is it Man alone who merits Immortality or death?Each created thing inherits Equal air and common breath.Souls pass onward: some are ranging Happy ...
'T IS now the hour of mirth, the hour of love,The hour of melancholy. Night, as vainOf her full beauty, ...
I used to know a monk, a hermit, a saint. He lived only for the sweetnessof prayer; and steeping himself ...
By the hut, left by people and heaven,Where the fence's black remnants are steeping, The ragged beggar and black old ...
I wonder if the spell, the mystery,That like a haze about your silence clings,Moulding your void until we seem to ...
May 28th, 1879Joy to Ierne, joy,This day a deathless crown is won,Her child of song, her glorious son,Her minstrel boyAttains ...
The champions had come from their fields of war,Over the crests of the billows far,They had brought back the spoils ...
No Cautions of a Matron, Old and Sage, Young Rattlehead to Prudence cou'd engage; But forth the Offspring of her ...
Listen, and when thy hand this paper presses, O time-worn woman, think of her who blesses What thy thin fingers ...
Ah, it was here--September And silence filled the air-- I came last year to remember, And muse, ...
O turn once more! The meadows where we mused and strayed togetherAbound and glow yet with the ruby sorrel;'Twas there ...
HENCE, Prudence! bane of ev'ry virtuous deed, Child of Cold Prejudice and selfish Fear, Insensible to Sorrow's bitter ...
IFleck of sky you are,Dropped through branches dark,O my little one, mine!Promise of the star,Outpour of the lark;Beam and song ...
Fresh may the flow'rs of remembrance remain When calmly thy sister is sleeping;And still may thy warm heart its ...
I This is the sorrowful story Told when the twilight fails And the monkeys walk together Holding their neighbours' tails: ...
Gloomily the clouds are sailing O'er the dimly moonlit sky; Dolefully the wind is wailing; Not another sound is nigh; ...
I. Gr-r-r---there go, my heart's abhorrence! Water your damned flower-pots, do! If hate killed men, Brother Lawrence, God's blood, would ...
O WAT ye wha that lo'es me And has my heart a-keeping? O sweet is she that lo'es me, As ...
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