Her Poem (Francis W L Adams Poems)
My baby girl, that was born and died on the same day"WITH wild torn heart I see them still,Wee unused ...
My baby girl, that was born and died on the same day"WITH wild torn heart I see them still,Wee unused ...
You came to our hearts, little child, When the sere leaves were falling; And the skies gave no welcome to ...
27Morns like these-we parted-Noons like these-she rose-Fluttering first-then firmerTo her fair repose.Never did she lisp it-It was not for me-She-was ...
Wake: the silver dusk returning Up the beach of darkness brims, And the ship of sunrise burning Strands upon the ...
The words were different, not just in amplitude with more voices raised in the same solemn reverent ancient prayer No ...
A dear old couple my grandparents were, And kind to all dumb things; they saw in Heaven The lamb that ...
Morns like these -- we parted -- Noons like these -- she rose -- Fluttering first -- then firmer To ...
How lonesome the Wind must feel Nights -- When people have put out the Lights And everything that has an ...
The morns are meeker than they were -- The nuts are getting brown -- The berry's cheek is plumper -- ...
It was not Death, for I stood up, And all the Dead, lie down -- It was not Night, for ...
I The cloud my bed is tinged with blood and foam. The vault yet blazes with the sun Writhing above ...
Your hair was full of roses in the dewfall as we danced, The sorceress enchanting and the paladin entranced, In ...
I The cloud my bed is tinged with blood and foam. The vault yet blazes with the sun Writhing above ...
Your hair was full of roses in the dewfall as we danced, The sorceress enchanting and the paladin entranced, In ...
THE SIMPLE Bard, rough at the rustic plough, Learning his tuneful trade from ev'ry bough; The chanting linnet, or the ...
The day will dawn when one of us shall hearken In vain to hear a voice that has grown dumb. ...
She is free of the trap and the paddle, The portage and the trail, But something behind her savage life ...
MORNING and evening Maids heard the goblins cry: "Come buy our orchard fruits, Come buy, come buy: Apples and quinces, ...
In a lone valley fair and far, Where many sweet beguilements are, I know a spot to lag and dream ...
A Story of Christmas Eve. Strange that the termagant winds should scold The Christmas Eve so bitterly! But Wife, and ...
Chapter I. Once on a time, a Dawn, all red and bright Leapt on the conquered ramparts of the Night, ...
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