A Rich Man’s Reverie (Marietta Holley Poems)
The years go by, but they little seemLike those within our dream;The years that stood in such luring guise,Beckoning us ...
The years go by, but they little seemLike those within our dream;The years that stood in such luring guise,Beckoning us ...
"I leave my child to Heaven." And with these wordsUpon her lips, the Lady Mildred passedUnto the rest prepared for her ...
I am an outcast, sinful and vile I know, But what are you, my lady, so fair, and proud, and high?The ...
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, ...
The Squire was none of your common men Whose ancestors nobody knows,But visible was his lineage In the lines of his Roman ...
I said that I would see Her once, to curse her fair, deceitful grace,To curse her for my life-long agony; But when ...
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 ...
A long, low waste of yellow sandLay shining northward far as eye could reach,Southward a rocky bluff rose highBroken in ...
In the unquiet night,With all her beauty bright, She walketh my silent chamber to and fro;Not twice of the same mind,Sometimes ...
I sit in the cloud and the darkness Where I lost you, peerless one;Your bright face shines upon fairer lands, Like the ...
Last night she came unto me, And kneeling by my side,Laid her head upon my bosom, My beautiful, my bride;My lost one, ...
I might strive as well to melt to softness the soulless breast Of some fair and saintly image, carven out of ...
Who falsely called thee destroyer, still white Angel of Death? Oh not a destroyer here, but a kind restorer, thou,For the ...
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.There's a tear in your eye, little Sybil, Gathering large and slow;Oh, Sybil, sweet little Sybil, What are you thinking of now?Push ...
Gayly a knight set forth against the foe,For a fair face had shone on him in dreams;A voice had stirred ...
I am thinking of fern forests that once did towering stand,Crowning all the barren mountains, shading all the dreary land.Oh, ...
Oh, I am the siren, the siren of the sea, The sea, the wondrous sea, that lies forevermore before;I stand a ...
You will journey many a weary day and long, Ere you will see so restful and sweet a place,As this, my ...
Clear shone the moon, my mansion walls Towered white above the wood,Near, down the dark oak avenue An humble cottage stood.My gardener's ...
'Twas a bleak dull moor that stretched beforeThe low stone porch of the cottage door,And standing there was youth and ...
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 ...
I never shall hear your voice again, Your voice so gentle and lowBut the thought of you, Jenny Allen, Will go with ...
How can I be to blame? Is it my fault I am fair?I did not fashion my features, Or brush the gold ...
Clasp your arms round her neck to-night, Little Nell,Arms so delicate, soft and white,And yet so strong in love's strange might;Clasp ...
How the sumac banners bent, dripping as if with blood, What a mournful presence brooded upon the slumbrous air;A mocking-bird screamed ...
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