Bereft. (Arthur Henry Adams Poems)
FOR nine drear nights my darling has been dead;And ah, dear God! I cannot dream of her!Now I shall see ...
FOR nine drear nights my darling has been dead;And ah, dear God! I cannot dream of her!Now I shall see ...
"THIS is the song of the wave! The mighty one! Child of the soul of silence, beating the air to ...
This fact is clear….Both man and womanPrize not what's good, but what's uncommon ;And most delighted still they are,Not with ...
Dear Miller: You and I despise The cad who gathers books to sell 'em, Be they but sixteen-mos in ...
Death! that struck when I was most confiding.In my certain faith of joy to be—Strike again, Time's withered branch dividingFrom ...
Alas! alas! and is it sin to love thee as I love,To hold thee in this heart of mine, all ...
HOW few through Memory's dreamy scope,However resolute of hope,Can view the backward scene where firstTheir youth rejoiced-for ever crost-And not ...
I AM not lonely, O my Love, Save in so far I have not thee, Without whose smile the changeful ...
Blame not my tears, love, to you has been given The brightest, best gift, God to mortals allows; The sunlight ...
When first we faced, and touching showed How well we knew the early moves, Behind the moonlight and the frost, ...
He drove at evening through the hushed Vosges. The car radio, glimmering, received broken utterance from the horizon of storms... ...
The church flings forth a battled shade Over the moon-blanched sward: The church; my gift; whereto I paid My all ...
God's gifts for his children to each one of us from the beginning of time to the end of the ...
A woman, unnamed but remembered for her act of love, of faith spend money, extravagantly lavished costly nard, oil on ...
IN Lombardy's fair land, in days of yore, Once dwelt a prince, of youthful charms, a store; Each FAIR, with ...
I Before I grew this spacesuit I was trim. I saw it in a doctor's report: "The subject is an ...
Death! that struck when I was most confiding In my certain faith of joy to be - Strike again, Time's ...
Fear, like a living fire that only death Might one day cool, had now in Avon's eyes Been witness for ...
A pathetic tragedy I will relate, Concerning poor Fred. Marsden's fate, Who suffocated himself by the fumes of gas, On ...
I I have loved England, dearly and deeply, Since that first morning, shining and pure, The white cliffs of Dover ...
I spent my money trying to elect you Mayor A. D. Blood. I lavished my admiration upon you, You were ...
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