To Miss Julia Dean, (Mattie Griffith Browne Poems)
ON SEEING HER AS JULIET.OH, thou art wondrous fair! I did not dreamThus to behold the fancy of the great,Immortal ...
ON SEEING HER AS JULIET.OH, thou art wondrous fair! I did not dreamThus to behold the fancy of the great,Immortal ...
I.Now the last day of many days,All beautiful and bright as thou,The loveliest and the last, is dead,Rise, Memory, and ...
Though oft in Britain's Isle the breathing bustTo fame consign the patriot-hero's dust,And conquerors waked to mimic life againIn imaged ...
How strange are the stories we sometimes read In faces we meet by the way, They unconsciously tell of motive or deed That ...
Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise,To scorn delights and live laborious days.Milton.I.O MOCKERY to dream of ...
I. Let me forget her face! So fresh, so lovely! the abiding place Of tears and smiles that won my heart to her; Of ...
I laid me down in solitude, but not alone:The night was with me, and the stars above me shone;The Earth, ...
Died at Mansfield, Connecticut, February, 1861.The world seems drearier when the good depart,The just, the truthful, such as never madeSelf ...
These lovers' inklings which our loves enmesh,Lost to the cunning and dimensional eye,Though tenemented in the selves we see,Not more ...
LAND of departed fame! whose classic plains Have proudly echo'd to immortal strains; Whose hallow'd soil hath given the great ...
No cloud to dim the splendour of the dayWhich breaks o'er Naples and her lovely bay,And lights that brilliant sea ...
Returning in the autumn days From what to us were ...
THUS Tapistry of old, the Walls adorn'd, Ere noblest Dames the artful Shuttle scorn'd: Arachne, then, with Pallas did contest, ...
St. Regimund, e'er he became a saint,Was much imbued with vulgar earthly taint;E'er he renounced the honors of a KnightAnd ...
The south-wind brings Life, sunshine, and desire, And on every mount and meadow Breathes aromatic fire, But over the dead ...
Thou youngest virgin-daughter of the skies, Made in the last promotion of the Blest; Whose palms, new pluck'd from Paradise, ...
To the Pious Memory of the Accomplished Young Lady, Mrs Anne Killigrew, Excellent in the Two Sister-arts of Poesy and ...
PART I On Susquehanna's side, fair Wyoming! Although the wild-flower on thy ruin'd wall, And roofless homes, a sad remembrance ...
I. The morn when first it thunders in March, The eel in the pond gives a leap, they say: As ...
Ariel was glad he had written his poems. They were of a remembered time Or of something seen that he ...
High, on the Solitude of Alpine Hills, O'er-topping the grand imag'ry of Nature, Where one eternal winter seem'd to reign; ...
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