Bruce And Douglas (Menella Bute Smedley Poems)
LAY THE FIRST THE DEATH OF BRUCEThere is darkness in the chamber,There is silence by the hearth,For pale, and cold, ...
LAY THE FIRST THE DEATH OF BRUCEThere is darkness in the chamber,There is silence by the hearth,For pale, and cold, ...
The historic Muse, from age to age,Through many a waste heart-sickening page Hath traced the works of Man:But a celestial call ...
IN MEMORY OF CELIA THAXTER.There is shadow on the sea!And a murmur, and a moan,In its muffled monotone,Like a solemn ...
I love to spend the twilight hour When stars their radiance o'er me cast, With that benign mysterious power Which calls up mem'ries ...
Nine months after writing this poem, my mother died, Dec. 21st, 1894. My vision eye beholds a form, Bent low by years ...
O SCOFFER! He who from the crossLooked down thy dark abysm of loss,And knew His pain alone could winSuch souls ...
THE seas of thought are deep and wide;Let those who will, O friend of mine,Sail forth without a chart or ...
Died at Hartford, July 8th, 1862, aged 68.It is not meet the good and just Oblivious pass away,And leave no record ...
A pearl-foam at his feetThe waters leap and fall;The sentry treads his beatUpon the sun-girt wall.Bronzed of visage, he,Stern, resolute ...
A rock in the wilderness welcomed our sires, From bondage far over the dark-rolling sea;On that holy altar they kindled the ...
IIn far-off England, years ago, There dwelt a wise old sageWho, from the book of future years Could tare for ...
IWho hath not sent out ships to sea?Who hath not toiled through light and darkness to make them strong for ...
Shall one be sorrowful because of love, Which hath no earthly crown, Which lives and dies, unknown? Because ...
Her hair was dark and curly, floatin' to the saddle bow,Her laugh was frank and girlish, and her voice was ...
When from his place a forest monarch falls, A thunder shakes the leafy leagues across,Reverberating to its utmost walls: ...
Three roads there are that climb and windAmongst the hills, and leave behindThe patterned orchards, sloping downTo meet a little ...
TO mute and to material things New life revolving summer brings; The genial call dead Nature hears, And in her ...
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