I Made A Song (Patience Worth Poems)
I made a song from the dead notes of his birds,And wove a wreath of withered lily buds,And gathered daisies ...
I made a song from the dead notes of his birds,And wove a wreath of withered lily buds,And gathered daisies ...
Tombed in the solid night of starless space; From nearest living orb so far removed, That light, of all material ...
Three times the glorious god of light, and life, Along the sapphire pavement of the sky Careering,--through the immense of ...
On Nineveh's proud towers the sinking sun In cloudless splendor looks; nor, through the earth, Like glory doth behold. In ...
O Erin! thou broad-spreading valley--thou well-watered land of freshstreams,When I gaze on thy hills greenly sloping, where the light of ...
In the Beginning, God, the great Schoolmaster, wrote upon the white leaves of our souls the text of life, in ...
Oh! I am sick of what I am. Of allWhich I in life can ever hope to be.Angels of light ...
What means this gathering multitude, Upon thy shores, O, Galilee,As various as the billows rude That sweep thy ever restless ...
Where shall I lead the flocks to-day?Is there no Horeb for me beyond this desert?Is there no rod with which ...
Where'er there's a life to be kindled by love,Wherever a soul to inspire,Strike this key-note of God that trembles aboveNight's ...
Bless the dear old verdant land! Brother, wert thou born of it? As thy shadow life doth stand Twining ...
Bless the dear old verdant land,Brother, wert thou born of it?As thy shadow life doth stand,Twining round its rosy band,Did ...
The 'Publican Party - the Democratic,An' the daily papers, too, Have asked in a manneh most emphatic What the cullud ...
O god! look down and see Outraged Humanity'Neath the Oppressor's rod! Give ear, O God,To the despairing cries Which ever ...
A land without ruins is a land without memories -- a land without memories is a land without history. A ...
I speak for poor little woman -Please do not turn away; Oh, mighty man, do what you can, Our misery ...
Come all ye true friends of the nation,Attend to humanity's call;Come aid the poor slave's liberation,And roll on the liberty ...
Gloomy and dark art thou, O chief of the mighty Omahas; Gloomy and dark as the driving cloud, whose name ...
to a friend No! those days are gone away And their hours are old and gray, And their minutes buried ...
This is the treacherous month when autumn days With summer's voice come bearing summer's gifts. Beguiled, the pale down-trodden aster ...
From wrath-red dawn to wrath-red dawn, The guns have brayed without abate; And now the sick sun looks upon The ...
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