Love Or Fame: Part III: Fame (Fannie Isabelle Sherrick Poems)
Oh what is fame! a flower that dies at eve, A golden mist that subtle fancies weave, An unknown star ...
Oh what is fame! a flower that dies at eve, A golden mist that subtle fancies weave, An unknown star ...
TO THEM THAT MOURNLet your tears flow; let your sad sighs have scope;Only take heed they fan, they water Hope.A ...
"Wherefore take unto you the whole armour of God, that ye may be able to withstand in the evil day, ...
This is the song of the wind as it cameTossing the flags of the nations to flame: _I am ...
On what part of this rough and toiling planet Are you now this lonely hour—sweet Janet, say?O, tell me if ...
For A FairPRINTEMPS.SWEET SPRING stands blushing 'mid the flowers, Heralded by benignant showers,And soft airs through the young leaves sighing ...
The sea, as by some inner demon stung, Hath burst its glassy prison, and on highA thousand waves in black ...
And must I wear a silken life, Hemmed in by city walls? And must I give my garden up ...
"On hill and field October's glories fade;O'er hill and field the blackbirds southward fly; The brown leaves rustle down tbe ...
From plains that reel to southward, dim,The road runs by me white and bare;Up the steep hill it seems to ...
WE read in our childhood of rings which were wrought By magical fires in the heart of the hills; Which ...
In the deep cloister of the night, a nun, My gentle Love, thou walk'st; and from thy soul All traces ...
Upon a haystack in lands of South,I lay, while facing skies of night,The choir of stars, alive and couth, ...
Innocent decision: to enjoy. And the pathos of hopefulness, of his solicitude: --he in mended serape, she having plaited carefully ...
St. Agnes' Eve--Ah, bitter chill it was! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold; The hare limp'd trembling through ...
When we are dead, some Hunting-boy will pass And find a stone half-hidden in tall grass And grey with age: ...
I What's become of Waring Since he gave us all the slip, Chose land-travel or seafaring, Boots and chest, or ...
From noiseful arms, and acts of prowess done In tournament or tilt, Sir Percivale, Whom Arthur and his knighthood called ...
Groping along the tunnel, step by step, He winked his prying torch with patching glare From side to side, and ...
"There, but for the grace of God, goes." There is a question that I ask, And ask again: What hunger ...
"Bring me soft song," said Aladdin. "This tailor-shop sings not at all. Chant me a word of the twilight, Of ...
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