The Wild Rose (Marietta Holley Poems)
In a waste of yellow sand, on the brow of a dreary hill, A slight little slip of a rose struggled ...
In a waste of yellow sand, on the brow of a dreary hill, A slight little slip of a rose struggled ...
Bring the wine-cup, companions! and let it go round! At its bottom good humor and mirth will be found; Bring ...
May 28th, 1879Joy to Ierne, joy,This day a deathless crown is won,Her child of song, her glorious son,Her minstrel boyAttains ...
I'Twas eve in sunny Italy;The world was bright as earth can be,In that delightful month of June, When sun, and ...
The light of other days burns dim,And in the shade is cast,You'll own I'm right, if you will justLook back ...
What marks the frontier line? Thou man of India, say! Is it the Himalayas sheer, The rocks and valleys of ...
473I am ashamed-I hide-What right have I-to be a Bride-So late a Dowerless Girl-Nowhere to hide my dazzled Face-No one ...
Some Rainbow-coming from the Fair!Some Vision of the World Cashmere-I confidently see!Or else a Peacock's purple TrainFeather by feather-on the ...
"Man wants but little here below." LITTLE I ask; my wants are few; I only wish a hut of stone, ...
Satchmo's warm burlap, Duke's cool cashmere: fine fabrics make your love "Come here!" (James A. Emanuel)
She was thinner, with a mannered gauntness as she paused just inside the double glass doors to survey the room, ...
Where Thou art -- that -- is Home -- Cashmere -- or Calvary -- the same -- Degree -- or ...
South Winds jostle them -- Bumblebees come -- Hover -- hesitate -- Drink, and are gone -- Butterflies pause On ...
Some Rainbow -- coming from the Fair! Some Vision of the World Cashmere -- I confidently see! Or else a ...
I am ashamed -- I hide -- What right have I -- to be a Bride -- So late a ...
Artists wrestled here! Lo, a tint Cashmere! Lo, a Rose! Student of the Year! For the easel here Say Repose! ...
If I could bribe them by a Rose I'd bring them every flower that grows From Amherst to Cashmere! I ...
A rhinestone skein, a jeweled brocade of light,- the city is a garment stretched so thin her festive colors bleed ...
In the dawn of the day when the sea and the earth Reflected the sunrise above, I set forth with ...
You've heard of "Casey at The Bat," And "Casey's Tabble Dote"; But now it's time To write a rhyme Of ...
'Twas in the year of 1857 and on the 14th of September That the Sepoy rebels at Delhi were forced ...
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