My Piazza. (Caroline Howard Gilman Poems)
MY piazza, my piazza! some boast their lordly halls,Where soften'd gleams of curtain'd light on golden treasure falls,Where pictures in ...
MY piazza, my piazza! some boast their lordly halls,Where soften'd gleams of curtain'd light on golden treasure falls,Where pictures in ...
NOT a sound wak'd the air, not a leaf was in motion;As a mirror of glass was the bosom of ...
SEAL'D is it? Where then did you learn the sighThat speaks a knowledge which your lips deny?If its rich treasures ...
They said that we should meet no more,They said she never should be mine They swore to see me dead, ...
To win, beloved Caroline from thee,One thought, in years when we shall sever'd be——Sever'd, perchance, by those deep waves, which ...
WHEN Pleasure gilds thy passing hours,And Hope enwreaths her fairy flowers,And Love appears with playful handTo steal from Time his ...
IT shall flash through coming ages; It shall light the distant years; And eyes now dim with sorrow ...
IMaryland, Virginia, CarolinePent images in sleepClay valleys rocky hills old fields of pineUnspeakable and deepOut of that source of time ...
Of double depth they made her grave, And covered it with massive stone,And there, where silvery birches wave, They left ...
LOVE not, love not! ye hapless sons of clay! Hope's gayest wreaths are made of earthly flowers- Things that are ...
I have got a new-born sister;I was nigh the first that kissed her.When the nursing woman brought herTo papa, his ...
With the apples and the plumsLittle Carolina comes,At the time of the dessert sheComes and drops her last new curtsy;Graceful ...
Time-mouldering crosses, gemmed with imagery Of costliest work and Gothic tracery,Point still the spot, to hallowed Wedlock dear, Where rested ...
SHE has gone,-- she has left us in passion and pride,-- Our stormy-browed sister, so long at our side! She ...
It doesn't matter which part we are what role we each play in the body, the church the living person ...
The words rolled off the page, off her tongue oh so familiar joyous words words of the scriptures, ancient and ...
Without each other, parts parts of a puzzle, clear in completion only each a member, valuable, needed finding purpose in ...
We are the eyes, the nose, the fingers, the body of the church, the body of Christ each church, in ...
The West Village by then was changing; before long the rundown brownstones at its farthest edge would have slipped into ...
Weep not, weep not, She is not dead; She's resting in the bosom of Jesus. Heart-broken husband--weep no more; Grief-stricken ...
Thinking of Caroline Herschel (1750-1848), astronomer, sister of William; and others. A woman in the shape of a monster a ...
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