The Story Of Gladys (Marietta Holley Poems)
"I leave my child to Heaven." And with these wordsUpon her lips, the Lady Mildred passedUnto the rest prepared for her ...
"I leave my child to Heaven." And with these wordsUpon her lips, the Lady Mildred passedUnto the rest prepared for her ...
Sitting alone in the windy tower, While the waves leap high, or are low at rest,What does she think of, hour ...
She sat in the cottage door, and the fair June moon looked down On a face as pure as its own, ...
High on a rocky cliff did once a gray old castle stand,From whence rough-bearded chieftains led their vassals--ruled the land.For centuries ...
Isabelle has gold, and lands, Fate gave her a fair lot;Like the white lilies of the field Her soft hands toil not.I ...
In the unquiet night,With all her beauty bright, She walketh my silent chamber to and fro;Not twice of the same mind,Sometimes ...
In his arm-chair, warmly cushioned,In the quiet earned by labor,Life's reposeful Indian summer,Grandpa sits; and lets the paperLie upon his ...
I am thinking of fern forests that once did towering stand,Crowning all the barren mountains, shading all the dreary land.Oh, ...
The spare-room windows wide were raised, And you could look that summer dayOn pastures green, and sunny hills, And low rills wandering ...
I asked to see the dead man's face, As I gave the servant my well-filled basket;And she deigned to lead me, ...
So all things come to our mind at last, He is close by your side in the twilight gloom, And you two ...
Is his form hidden by some cliff or crag, Or does he loiter on the shelving shore?We know not, though we ...
Not far away does that bright city stand, 'Tis but the mist o'er its dividing stream,That wraps the glory of its ...
As on a waveless sea, a vessel strikes Upon a treacherous rock;Waking the sailors from their happy dreams By the swift, terrible ...
It stands alone on a haunted shore,With curious words of deathless lore On its massive gate impearled;And its carefully guarded mystic ...
In a waste of yellow sand, on the brow of a dreary hill, A slight little slip of a rose struggled ...
Come, gentle sleep, with the holy night, Come with the stars and the white moonbeams,Come with your train of handmaids bright, Blessed ...
I turn the key in this idle hour Of an ivory box, and looking, lo--See only dust--the dust of a flower; The ...
Like emerald lakes the meadows lie, And daisies dot the main;The sunbeams from the deep blue sky Drop down in golden rain,And ...
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