Sleep (Marietta Holley Poems)
Come, gentle sleep, with the holy night, Come with the stars and the white moonbeams,Come with your train of handmaids bright, Blessed ...
Come, gentle sleep, with the holy night, Come with the stars and the white moonbeams,Come with your train of handmaids bright, Blessed ...
OUT upon the bleak hillside, the bleak hillside, he lay--Her lips were red, and red the stream that slipped his ...
IN fifty years at most I shall be dead. These jaws, which now grind hard to scotch a yawn, Will gape unchecked; ...
RELENTLESS war, must still thy dreaded callThe tender lover from his mistress part?From beauty's eyes bid tears of anguish fall,And ...
AH ! why do grieve and look so wild,Lord Henrie, tell it to me !And why do you say you ...
He filled the Nation's eyes and heart, ...
My chaise the village Inn did gain, Just as the setting sun's last ray Tipt with refulgent gold the vane ...
I saw him stand, a Polar man, Cold anger in his frigid eye,Facing it wild, unruly clan Who poised their ...
HUSH , see you not my true love sleeps,Oh! cease that noisy bell:For see you not how much my loveDoth ...
O Friend too dearly lov'd, O name ador'd!My fancy's idol, and my reason's lord!In vain a powerful duty bids us ...
WILD rider of grey clouds, beneath whose breath The stars dissolve in mist, or rain, or sleet;Who chariotest the ...
THE sweet enthusiast, on a rock reclin'd, With transport listen'd to the dashing waves;Her snowy garments swam upon the ...
Thy wife shall wait Many long days for thee; And when the gate Swings on its unused hinges, she, Opening ...
The wind doth blow today, my love,And a few small drops of rain;I never had but one true-loveIn cold grave ...
THE altar-lights burn low, the incense-fumeSickens: O listen, how the priestly prayerRuns as a fenland stream; a dim despairHails through ...
Hark ! from the battlements of yonder tower The solemn bell has tolled the midnight hour ! Roused from drear ...
You who desired so much--in vain to ask-- Yet fed you hunger like an endless task, Dared dignify the labor, ...
I. The morn when first it thunders in March, The eel in the pond gives a leap, they say: As ...
What do they matter, our headlong hates, when we take the toll of our Dead? Think ye our glory and ...
I asked a silver sage With race nigh run: 'Tell me in old of age Your wisdom won?' Said he: ...
In city shop a hat I saw That to my fancy seemed to strike, I gave my wage to buy ...
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