Pocahontas (James Avis Bartley Poems)
Where yonder moss-grown ruin lonely stands,Which from the James, the Pilgrim may survey,Stretch alway forth its old, forsaken handsAs if ...
Where yonder moss-grown ruin lonely stands,Which from the James, the Pilgrim may survey,Stretch alway forth its old, forsaken handsAs if ...
The day of truth is dawning. I beholdO'er darksome hills the trailing robes of goldAnd silent footsteps of the gladsome ...
Scene I.A Garden on the banks of the Thames, at Fulham, behind the Wynnes' lodgings. Time, evening. Moon and starlight. ...
Yet, yet a moment, one dim ray of light Indulge, dread Chaos, and eternal Night!Of darkness visible so much be ...
Oh, what a wretched, loathsome, thing am I,Too horrible for earth, or the pure heaven,Or the bright stars, or the ...
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 ...
THOU, Nature, partial Nature, I arraign; Of thy caprice maternal I complain. The peopled fold thy kindly care have found, ...
LATE crippl'd of an arm, and now a leg, About to beg a pass for leave to beg; Dull, listless, ...
Crazed through much child-bearing The moon is staggering in the sky; Moon-struck by the despairing Glances of her wandering eye ...
I The Moon is like a ping-pong ball; I lean against the orchard wall, And see it soar into the ...
"I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my lids and all is born again. (I ...
Undoubtedly he will relent, and turn From his displeasure; in whose look serene, When angry most he seemed and most ...
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