Sunset (Mary Weston Fordham Poems)
All hail! thou gorgeous sunset,With thy gold and purple clouds,Tinting the vast horizon,Like shadowy, fleecy shrouds.The mountain crests are glowing,The ...
All hail! thou gorgeous sunset,With thy gold and purple clouds,Tinting the vast horizon,Like shadowy, fleecy shrouds.The mountain crests are glowing,The ...
What voice is this, thou evening gale!That mingles with thy rising wail;And, as it passes, sadly seemsThe faint return of ...
AH ! who can paint like me these lovely scenes?E'en though thy muse her sweetest gifts impart,Can witching Fancy in ...
WHAT voice is this, thou evening gale!That mingles with thy rising wail;And, as it passes, sadly seemsThe faint return of ...
THE PARTING HOUR.Minutely trace man's life; year after year,Through all his days let all his deeds appear,And then though some ...
On the morning of May,Ere the children had entered my gateWith their wreaths and mechanical lay,A metal ding-dong of the ...
JESSE AND COLIN.A Vicar died and left his Daughter poor -It hurt her not, she was not rich before:Her humble ...
Brookong station lay half-asleepDozed in the waning western glare('Twas before the run had stocked with sheepAnd only cattle depastured there)As ...
That shy mysterious poet Arthur StaceWhose work was just one single mighty wordWalked in the utmost depths of time and ...
DARK as the wintry midnight is my soul; sad and tempestuous. Fain would I sit upon the stern brow'd rock, ...
I.Who will assume the bays That the hero wore? Wreaths on the Tomb of Days Gone evermore! Who shall disturb ...
There is some that like the city-Grass that's curried smooth and green,Theaytres and stranglin' collars,Wagons run by gasoline-But for me ...
O! friend of Solitude, appear,O! nymph to Contemplation dear,Who oft invokes thy aid;Amid the busy cares of day,No moment owns ...
I come, I come! ye have called me long;I come o'er the mountains, with light and song.Ye may trace my ...
Drear are the prairies; the ranges are silent;Mournfully whispers each soft, passing breeze;Down in the canyon and eddying murmurEchoes the ...
LISTEN, whence come these chords!The mighty east blossoms and now is red,And now the strings of the great harp of ...
No! it is not when day is flingingBrightness o'er the radiant plain,'Tis not when Nature's choir is singing,The night-bird pours ...
SISTER of the first-born light, Type of sorrowing gentleness! Quivering mists in silv'ry dress Float around thy features bright; When ...
FIRST I would like to write for you a poem to be shouted in the teeth of a strong wind. ...
Two men came out of Shannon's, having known The faces of each other for so long As they had listened ...
I've a secret to tell thee, but hush! not here -- Oh! not where the world its vigil keeps: I'll ...
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