The Dream of Freedom (Owen Suffolk Poems)
'Twas night, and the moonbeams palely fellOn the gloomy walls of a cheerless cell,Where a captive sought a brief reposeFrom ...
Owen Suffolk Poems (15 Poems)
The Prison Bell (Owen Suffolk Poems)
Hark to the bell of sorrow! - 'tis awak'ning up againEach broken spirit from its brief forgetfulness of pain.Its sad ...
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Thou sinless and sweet one - thy voice is a strainWhich yields solace to sadness, and balm to my pain,From ...
I Feel That I am Free (Owen Suffolk Poems)
To me the sky looks bluer,And the green grass greener still,And earth's flowers seem more lovelyAs they bloom on heath ...
The Battle of Life (Owen Suffolk Poems)
Up! and arm for life's struggle,We shall conquer in the fight,If we arm us for the battleWith the weapons Truth ...
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Mother! Darling mother, you are seeking me I know,And I feel thy love will follow through the world where'er I ...
My Memory’s Care (Owen Suffolk Poems)
Sing not to me a song of beauty bright,Nor festive scenes of dazzling light;Nor of gorgeous pageant in palace hallBegemmed ...
The Real And The Ideal (Owen Suffolk Poems)
I feel I have - and who has not?An inner and outer life:The one may be a dreary lot,With sorrow ...
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I gladly would sing in a joyous strain,But my heart of its joy is bereft;For my young life there is ...
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An exile captive, severed from his home,Torn from the friends he loved in life's sweet spring;Heart-broken toils, while still his ...
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Fame surrounds us with a glory,Dazzling as the noon-day sun,And upon the page of story,Blazons deeds of greatness done.But 'tis ...
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I am so lonely,I am so sad,Speak one word onlyTo make my heart glad,Pass not in silence,For silence is scorn,I ...
For Frank Gardiner (Owen Suffolk Poems)
It is not in a prison drearWhere all around is gloom,That I would end life's wild career,And sink into the ...
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Nothing seems changed; here's the oaken chair,That every night I knelt beside,As I whispered to God the simple prayerI learned ...
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I'm out in the world once more,And I mean to run the rig,For I've learned from the prison loreThat the ...