Miss Anna Freeman, (Lydia Howard Huntley Sigourney Poems)
Died at Mansfield, Connecticut, February, 1861.The world seems drearier when the good depart,The just, the truthful, such as never madeSelf ...
Died at Mansfield, Connecticut, February, 1861.The world seems drearier when the good depart,The just, the truthful, such as never madeSelf ...
Short space shall be hereafterEre April brings the hourOf weeping and of laughter,Of sunshine and of shower,Of groaning and of ...
WITHOUT the squares of misted pane,I saw the wan autumnal rain,And heard, o'er tufts of churchyard ...
THIS was one of the dreary whilesWhen a woman sits and smilesWishing all the talk was over,Inward thought a weary ...
In youth, when blood was warm and fancy high,I mocked at death. How many a quaint conceitI wove about his ...
That story which the bold Sir Bedivere, First made and latest left of all the knights, Told, when ...
Hear'st thou that sound upon the window pane?Said the youth softly, as outstretched he layWhere for an hour outstretched he ...
THE sobbings of the ocean wavesWere all the notes that Basil knew;He lov'd them since his ear could dwellWith gladness ...
I.It is not that our earlier Heaven Escapes its April showers, Or that to childhood's heart is given No snake ...
OUT of the depths of darkling life where sin Laughs piteously that sorrow should not know Her own ...
The weedy fallows winter-worn, Where cattle shiver under sodden hay. The plough-lands long and lorn-- ...
Anticipation is the oil that feedsThe flame of life. It is the Siren fairThat sings at twilight in the hollow ...
'T is so much joy! 'T is so much joy!If I should fail, what poverty! And yet, as poor as ...
In his lodge beside a river, Close beside a frozen river, Sat an old man, sad and lonely. White his ...
'Tis so much joy! 'Tis so much joy! If I should fail, what poverty! And yet, as poor as I, ...
The Devil is a gentleman and askes you down to stay At his little place at What'sitsname (it isn't far ...
What though the sun had left my sky; To save me from despair The blessed moon arose on high, And ...
How still, how happy! Those are words That once would scarce agree together; I loved the plashing of the surge ...
Fall, leaves, fall; die, flowers, away; Lengthen night and shorten day; Every leaf speaks bliss to me Fluttering from the ...
That story which the bold Sir Bedivere, First made and latest left of all the knights, Told, when the man ...
That story which the bold Sir Bedivere, First made and latest left of all the knights, Told, when the man ...
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