They Are Coming (Josephine Delphine Henderson Heard Poems)
They are coming, coming slowly -They are coming, surely, surely -In each avenue you hear the steady tread.From the depths ...
They are coming, coming slowly -They are coming, surely, surely -In each avenue you hear the steady tread.From the depths ...
THE woods stretch wild to the mountain side, And the brush is deep where a man may hide, They have ...
If gibbets, axes, confiscations, chains,And racks of subtle torture, if the painsOf shame, of fiery Hell's tempestuous wave,Seen through the ...
DEATH:For my dagger is bathed in the blood of the brave,I come, care-worn tenant of life, from the grave,Where Innocence ...
There lay in the shade of a cypress tree, A pilgrim dark from a far country; His eyes were bright with a ...
She is beautiful yet, with her wondrous hairAnd eyes that are stormy with fitful light,The delicate hues of brow and ...
In bloom gemm'd depths, where Sylvan branches meetAbove dim paths, that thread a still retreat;Where light on tip-toe shy, steals ...
Law! what is law? The wise and sage, Of every clime and every age, In this most cordially unite, That ...
Canadian farmers came oft to the little green cottage,To see their new neighbors and hear them tell over their troubles.The ...
Pleasanter than the hills of Thessaly,Nearer and dearer to the poet's heartThan the blue ripple belting Salamis,Or long grass waving ...
Death and I, On a hill so high, Stood side by side: And we saw below, ...
Suggested By The Christiana (Pa.) Treason Trials.Treason? yes, make it treason, if ye will;Build up your gallows, and your victims ...
Quick, fly to the covert, thou hunted of men!For the bloodhounds are baying o'er mountain and glen;The riders are mounted, ...
Come all Australia's sons to me — A hero has been slainAnd cowardly butchered in his sleep ...
Make me a grave where'er you will,In a lowly plain, or a lofty hill; Make it among earth's humblest graves,But ...
As I strayed from my cot at the close of the day,I turned my fond gaze to the sky;I beheld ...
What is your want, perpetual invalidWhose fist is always beating on my breast'sBone wall, incurable dictator of my houseAnd breaker ...
I heard an angel speak last night, And he said 'Write! Write a Nation's curse for me, And send it ...
Her dead lady's joy and comfort, Who departed this life The last day of March, 1727: To the great joy ...
ROSALIND, HELEN, and her Child. SCENE. The Shore of the Lake of Como. HELEN Come hither, my sweet Rosalind. 'T ...
I. A NEGRO SERMON:-SIMON LEGREE (To be read in your own variety of negro dialect.) Legree's big house was white ...
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