The Red Carnation (Justin H. McCarthy Poems)
The gallant heart, the subtle brain,The daring hand, have passed away :Only these crimson flowers remainTo grace some graves across ...
The gallant heart, the subtle brain,The daring hand, have passed away :Only these crimson flowers remainTo grace some graves across ...
Yet, yet a moment, one dim ray of light Indulge, dread Chaos, and eternal Night!Of darkness visible so much be ...
Sun-child, as you watched the rain Beat the pane, Saw the garden of your ...
I Thus, ever, towards the azure nightWhere there quivers a topaz sea,Will function in your evening lightThe Lilies, those clysters ...
TO FLORA. I.Hear, lovely Chloris, while we sing to thee!Thou restest now beneath some shady tree,Near a swift brook, upon ...
HOW soft are the day dreams, how sweet are the slumbers Of him who reclines on the lap of ...
COME to the grave--the silent grave! and dream Of a light, happy voice--so full of joy, That those who heard ...
When the evening came my love said to me: Let us go into the garden now that the sky is ...
Rose of Lancaster.Her downcast eyes are bent on earth,On her wild harp one lily armRested - then swept the trembling ...
Every year Emily Dickinson sent one friendthe first arbutus bud in her garden. In a last will and testament Andrew ...
A music-stand of crimson lacquer, long since brought In some fast clipper-ship from China, quaintly wrought With bossed and carven ...
Among the myrtles as I walk'd Love and my sighs thus intertalk'd: Tell me, said I, in deep distress, Where ...
Am I despised, because you say; And I dare swear, that I am gray? Know, Lady, you have but your ...
In Ionia whence sprang old poets' fame, From whom that sea did first derive her name, The blessed bed whereon ...
Just now the lilac is in bloom, All before my little room; And in my flower-beds, I think, Smile the ...
I must do as you do? Your way I own Is a very good way, and still, There are sometimes ...
EVERY year Emily Dickinson sent one friend the first arbutus bud in her garden. In a last will and testament ...
CLOSE in a woodbine's tangled shade, The BLOOMING GOD asleep was laid; ...
Now, o'er the tessellated pavement strew Fresh saffron, steep'd in essence of the rose, While down yon agate column gently ...
No more of talk where God or Angel guest With Man, as with his friend, familiar us'd, To sit indulgent, ...
This rich Marble doth enterr The honour'd Wife of Winchester, A Vicounts daughter, an Earls heir, Besides what her vertues ...
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