The Lay Of Marie – Canto First (Matilda Betham Poems)
The guests are met, the feast is near, But Marie does not yet appear! And to her vacant seat on high Is lifted ...
The guests are met, the feast is near, But Marie does not yet appear! And to her vacant seat on high Is lifted ...
From his far wigwam sprang the strong North WindAnd rush'd with war-cry down the steep ravines,And wrestl'd with the giants ...
Argument:Hark! hark!The dogs do bark;Beggars are coming to town.Some in rags,And some in tags,And some in velvet gown.The summer brooded ...
THE EYE. Some eyes are trained to scan large field Till instantaneous glance may yield A knowledge full and plenty; While others keep a ...
We met, and memory flew to joys and tears,Back through the vista dim, of long-past years.In my childhood's home I ...
August, 1842with a remembrance of August, 1807I gaze, where August's sunbeam fallsAlong these grey and lonely walls,Till in its light ...
FAIR lucid Moon! whose softly chasten'd lightBeams on the bosom of the sleepless wave,Ah! never day may hope to rival ...
MANY a graven gem, besetWith gold, is worn as an amuletIn the far-off climes of the East,—a charmTo preserve the ...
O swift forerunners, rosy with the race!Spirits of dawn, divinely manifestBehind your blushing banners in the sky,Daring invaders of Night's ...
"YOU who dread the cares and labors Of the tenant's annual quest, You who long for peace and ...
OFTEN rebuked, yet always back returning To those first feelings that were born ...
ALL things are bound together by a tieFiner and subtler than a ray of light;Color and sound and fleeting fragrances,The ...
The rally round the mother-land Is spreading far and near,For to every loyal Englishman That mother-land is dear.Although ...
I send to you, — whose sires have held Their firm unwavering stand,For far-seen light and honest faith ...
Good-night! the horn's faint musicThrough the twilight fades away:The cold night mists come creeping —O'er the fields we've ranged all ...
The heavy mahogany door with its wrought-iron screen Shuts. And the sound is rich, sympathetic, discreet. The sun still shines ...
Often rebuked, yet always back returning To those first feelings that were born with me, And leaving busy chase of ...
MY days among the Dead are past; Around me I behold, Where'er these casual eyes are cast, The mighty minds ...
My days among the Dead are past; Around me I behold, Where'er these casual eyes are cast, The mighty minds ...
Faint gleams the evening radiance thro' the sky, The sober twilight dimly darkens round; In short quick circles the shrill ...
Here let us linger at will and delightsomely hearken Music aeolian of wind in the boughs of pine, Timbrel of ...
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