A Broadway Idyl (Mary Eliza Perine Tucker Lambert Poems)
For hours I stood upon The Bridge,1Which looms like a volcanic ridge,Above a scathing fire below.A flaming crater of burning ...
For hours I stood upon The Bridge,1Which looms like a volcanic ridge,Above a scathing fire below.A flaming crater of burning ...
In the garden at Clevedale, whose waters havebeen immortalized from a Young Lady's fallinginto them.In imitation of Petrarch's Ode to ...
The listening Dryads hushed the woods;The boughs were thick, and thin and fewThe golden ribbons fluttering through;Their sun-embroidered, leafy hoodsThe ...
Thou'rt gone like the meteor that blazed in the sky, And the spot thou hast smiled upon knows thee no more,Is ...
We used you like the queen in chess or the queen in cards.On a velvet pillow we presented you with ...
ON bridges small and bridges greatStands Nepomucks in ev'ry state,Of bronze, wood, painted, or of stone,Some small as dolls, some ...
This is the hall of broken limbsWhere splintered marble athletes lieBeside the arms of cherubim.Nothing is ever thrown away.These butterflies ...
If in my youth, ambitious then of fame,In my more verdant and vivacious age,The deeds and virtues did my song ...
Pan, blow your pipes and I will beYour fern, your pool, your dream, your tree!I heard you play, caught your ...
When on the war befreighted a'rRings martial trumpets blare,Rich silken ---- ----- ----;When in dark battle lives array'dWith waving plume ...
"COMMANDING pow'r! whose hand with plastic art Bids the rude stone to grace and being start; Swell to the waving ...
Poets have sung of the old-fashioned glories The old-fashioned pictures that hung on the wall,The old-fashioned people, the old-fashioned stories, ...
O Love, thou Judas of the martyred soul!Thou pandar to the painted harlot, Life !The rankest lies wherewith thy heart ...
(To Dr. L. A. Martinet, editor of the New Orleans Crusader.)O thou who never harbored fear,Who ever scorned her visage ...
Tempora labuntur, tacitisque senescimus annis, Et fugiunt freno non remorante dies. Ovid, Fastorum, Lib. vi. "O C?sar, we who are ...
In this world, the Isle of Dreams, While we sit by sorrow's streams, Tears and terrors are our themes, Reciting: ...
ON bridges small and bridges great Stands Nepomucks in ev'ry state, Of ...
Count not the cost of honour to the dead! The tribute that a mighty nation pays To those who loved ...
Smith, great writer of stories, drank; found it immortalized his pen; Fused in his brain-pan, else a blank, heavens of ...
A Poem upon the Death of His Late Highness the Lord Protector That Providence which had so long the care ...
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