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 ...
Sweet, I blame you not, for mine the fault was, had I not been made of commonclayI had climbed the ...
'T IS the blithest, bonniest weather for a bird to flirt a feather, For a bird to trill and warble, all ...
There is an isle in an unfurrowed seaThat I wot of, whereon the whole year roundThe apple-blossoms and the rosebuds ...
I have a rendezvous with DeathAt some disputed barricade,When Spring comes back with rustling shadeAnd apple-blossoms fill the air-I have ...
AMID fresh roses wandering, and the softAnd delicate wealth of apple-blossoms spreadIn tender spirals of blent white and red,Round the ...
Cuckoo, are you calling me,Or is it a voice of wizardry?In these woodlands I am lost,From glade to glade of ...
_FOR THE TWENTY-FIRST OF JUNE_1887. . . _Sunt hic sua praemia laudi_,_Sunt lacrimae rerum_ . . . As when the ...
Lilacs, False blue, White, Purple, Color of lilac, Your great puffs of flowers Are everywhere in this my New England. ...
SOFTLY Death touched her and she passed away Out of this glad, bright world she ...
Over the smooth lawns, broider'd with violets, Over the hedges of snow-white thorn, Over the billowy, pink apple-blossoms, ...
When Rody came to Ironbark, there spread a hectic glowaround the little township - a dozen years ago,and the townsfolk ...
What land of Silence, Where pale stars shine On apple-blossom And dew-drenched vine, Is yours and mine? ...
I have a rendezvous with Death At some disputed barricade,When Spring comes back with rustling shadeAnd apple-blossoms fill the air ...
A VISION of a quiet place where layLate apple-blossoms scattered on the grass;A carpet greener far than all the dayOur ...
I But yesterday I looked away O'er happy lands, where sunshine lay In golden blots, Inlaid with spots Of shade ...
I have a rendezvous with Death At some disputed barricade, When Spring comes back with rustling shade And apple-blossoms fill ...
I have a rendezvous with Death At some disputed barricade, I have a rendezvous with Death At some disputed barricade, ...
Seven o'clock. The seventh day of the seventh month of the year. No sooner have I got myself up in ...
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