As The Season Come And Go (Albert Pike Poems)
The fresh young leaves are coming, Dear!In the genial prime of May; And the bees in the blooms are humming, ...
The fresh young leaves are coming, Dear!In the genial prime of May; And the bees in the blooms are humming, ...
YOU ask my counsel how you ought to live;Unfit am I the needful rules to giveFor female conduct, which requires ...
BEHOLD those fine threads that are laid to ensnare, And destroy the gay millions that rove;For as wanton and ...
How trifling shall these gifts appear Among the splendid manyThat loving friends now send to cheer Harvey and Ellen Jenney.And ...
"CHILD, weary of thy baubles of to-day- Child with the golden or the silver hair- Say, how wouldst thou have ...
I Frindsbury, Kent, 1786 Bang! Bang! Tap! Tap-a-tap! Rap! All through the lead and silver Winter days, All through the ...
WHERE is this patriarch you are kindly greeting? Not unfamiliar to my ear his name, Nor yet unknown to many ...
"Man wants but little here below." LITTLE I ask; my wants are few; I only wish a hut of stone, ...
The temptations around us the false idols, baubles all trying to lead us to the pit, to our doom God ...
Their baubles and bangles, their earrings and bracelets, were all melted down, their shining things, their gold poured into the ...
Little baubles, trinkets, t-shirts, something for my girls, for my baby. Mementos, toys, things Little gifts for them from the ...
Slowly, over the course of the week the house of place of memory of Christmas cheer, of garland and glow, ...
How trifling shall these gifts appear Among the splendid many That loving friends now send to cheer Harvey and Ellen ...
They'll always tell a story those obscure mementos stacked on dusty shelves, demure and silent like the other gaudy tributes ...
The impact of a dollar upon the heart Smiles warm red light, Sweeping from the hearth rosily upon the white ...
"Thou thoughtest that I was altogether such a one as thyself." (David, Psalms 50.21) ['Will sprawl, now that the heat ...
NO more wine? then we'll push back chairs and talk. A final glass for me, though: cool, i' faith! We ...
When you come to me, unbidden, Beckoning me To long-ago rooms, Where memories lie. Offering me, as to a child, ...
O THOU, whose sober precepts can controul The wild impatience of the troubled soul, Sweet Nymph serene ! whose all-consoling ...
Cold frosty mornings Ice on window pain Huddle under coats keep the warmth in Tiptoe down the stairs all quiet ...
This institution, perhaps one should say enterprise out of respect for which one says one need not change one's mind ...
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