The Phantom Bride (Mary Gardiner Horsford Poems)
The worn bird of Freedom had furled o'er our land The shattered wings, pierced by the despot's rude hand, And stout hearts ...
The worn bird of Freedom had furled o'er our land The shattered wings, pierced by the despot's rude hand, And stout hearts ...
1 How is the gold become dim! How is the most fine gold changed!The stones of the sanctuary are poured out ...
From the rainy hill-heads, where, in starts and in spasms,Leaps wild the white torrent from chasms to chasms-From the home ...
Why openest thou afresh the spring ofmy grief, O son of Alpin, inquiringhow Oscur fell? My eyes are blind withtears; ...
Night bent o'er the mountains With aspect serene; The deep waters slept 'Neath the moon's pallid sheen, And the stars in their courses Moved noiseless ...
O Erin! thou broad-spreading valley--thou well-watered land of freshstreams,When I gaze on thy hills greenly sloping, where the light of ...
I.One do I see and twelve; but second thereMethinks I know thee, thou beloved one;Not from thy nobler port, for ...
This separation cleaveth to the core. . . .Even in slumber I am fatedTo seek thee in vast throngs and ...
EYES ravished with rapture, celestially panting, what passionate bosoms aflaming with fire Drink deep of the hush of the hyacinth ...
EYES ravished with rapture, celestially panting, what passionate bosoms aflaming with fire Drink deep of the hush of the hyacinth ...
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