Madam Williams, (Lydia Howard Huntley Sigourney Poems)
Widow of the late EZEKIEL WILLIAMS, Esq., and Daughter of ChiefJustice Oliver Ellsworth, died at Hartford, February 28th, 1860,aged 87.She ...
Widow of the late EZEKIEL WILLIAMS, Esq., and Daughter of ChiefJustice Oliver Ellsworth, died at Hartford, February 28th, 1860,aged 87.She ...
What is there saddening in the Autumn leaves?Have they that "green and yellow melancholy"That the sweet poet spake of?—Had he ...
Preludes.I The Impossibility Lo, Love's obey'd by all. 'Tis right ...
POPE'S ODYSSEY. OH ! lay me by yon peaceful streamThat glides away so softly slow,Where boughs exclude the noon-day beam,And ...
IN other lands we welcomed thee from out the drifting snow,With yule-log blazing on the hearth, beneath the mistletoe,The hoarse ...
Yonder stands the hillside chapel Mid the evergreens and rocks,All day long it hears the song Of the shepherd to ...
A bird that I don't know, Hunched on his light-pole like a scarecrow, Looks sideways out into the wheat The ...
Weathered gray, sparse even the living limbs skeletal pines, evergreens stripped of excess no pretense, essentials only exposed at the ...
Tiny, perfect pearls hovering on gossamer strands woven in the evergreens in front of the church this morning jewels of ...
After the rains, the cold heavy fall rains, there was a different forest, a change shades of brown, of yellow, ...
High up at the top of the chairlift at the summit of the mountain, the trees were coated, as with ...
No Brigadier throughout the Year So civic as the Jay -- A Neighbor and a Warrior too With shrill felicity ...
Behind faces and gestures We remain mute And spoken words heavy With what we ignore or keep silent Betray us ...
Christmass is come and every hearth Makes room to give him welcome now Een want will dry its tears in ...
Behind faces and gestures We remain mute And spoken words heavy With what we ignore or keep silent Betray us ...
I'll rest me in this sheltered bower, And look upon the clear blue sky That smiles upon me through the ...
I'll rest me in this sheltered bower, And look upon the clear blue sky That smiles upon me through the ...
Before there was in Egypt any sound Of those who reared a more prodigious means For the self-heavy sleep of ...
The day you died I went into the dirt, Into the lightless hibernaculum Where bees, striped black and gold, sleep ...
The grass shall never forget this grave. When homeward footing it in the sun After the weary ride by rail, ...
Not in that wasted garden Where bodies are drawn into grass That feeds no flocks, and into evergreens That bear ...
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