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 ...
As in our sky sometimes a vaporous massLow down, shows thunder threatening; while by windsOf happier, if adverse wing fanned, ...
Widow of the late ANSON G. PHELPS, Esq., died at New York, April24th, 1859, aged 74.When the good mother dieth, ...
MY child, the Duck-billed PlatypusA sad example sets for us:From him we learn how IndecisionOf character provokes Derision.This vacillating Thing, ...
EDWARD SHORE.Genius! thou gift of Heav'n! thou light divine!Amid what dangers art thou doom'd to shine!Oft will the body's weakness ...
We took a walk to Pamphy linns— Three other friends and I,Glad-hearted as when day begins With summer in the ...
MISTER EDITOR: I'm craving of your space a slice, or shaving - (And it's very precious space, I've always found) ...
'Tis past—and the recording angel bearsTo Heaven the record of another year—Another year of nature's and of mine!Nature has known ...
LET us not scorn the Mother Earth from whom we all proceed:The garden planted by our Lord with vivifying seed;Whose ...
Hadst thou a ship, in whose vast hold lay storedThe priceless riches of all climes and lands,Say, wouldst thou let ...
915Faith - is the Pierless BridgeSupporting what We seeUnto the Scene that We do not -Too slender for the eyeIt ...
Written after reading Trevelyan's "Garibaldi and the making of Italy" Poor foolish monarch, vacillating, vain, Decaying victim of a race ...
Over and over he must have washed his hands trying to remove the stain, the tattoo of innocent blood blood ...
Though the great Waters sleep, That they are still the Deep, We cannot doubt -- No vacillating God Ignited this ...
Faith -- is the Pierless Bridge Supporting what We see Unto the Scene that We do not -- Too slender ...
Moored to the same ring: The hour, the darkness and I, Our compasses hooded like falcons. Now the memory of ...
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