Mrs. E. Cohrs Brown (Mary Weston Fordham Poems)
Tread not the earth where lies her youthful form,Grow violets, sweet violets, above that cherishedmound;Bid zephyrs softly whisper in accents ...
Tread not the earth where lies her youthful form,Grow violets, sweet violets, above that cherishedmound;Bid zephyrs softly whisper in accents ...
A FEW more Meetings on the Deep, And partings on the shore;And then in Heaven at last we keep Our tryst for ...
Do you hear me, you who areSo far away from me, my dear?Do you hear me crying aloud,Wishing you were ...
I Last night I dreamed this dream: That I was dead; And as I slept, forgot of man ...
Farewell! —and if for ever —what a doubtStrikes through the soul at that tremendous thought!'Tis not the world's for ever ...
IN scenes untrod for many a year, I stand again, the long estranged; And gazing round me, ponder here On ...
Come near!—ere yet the dustSoil the bright paleness of the settled brow,Look on your brother, and embrace him now, ...
Where the thistle lifts a purple crown Six foot out of the turf, And the harebell shakes on ...
"Glide, river, gently to the sea; Sing dirges low and tender;Bear partings oft breathed near to thee, By patriot truth-defenders;Waft ...
Abbie Hutchinson, Of Trenton, N.J. Died August, 1854.Were death a never-ending sleep, And the dark grave life's final goal,Well might ...
The lighthouse shines across the sea; The homing fieldfares sing for glee: "Behold the shore!" Alas for shattered wing ...
My dear railway station, my treasure Of meetings and partings, my friend In times of hard trials and pleasure, Your ...
He came to meet me In rain and thunder; My heart 'gan beating In timid wonder. Could I ...
CIIIParted again! Shall partings never cease? After the rapture of a few short days, Above whose brightest hour there glooms ...
On the swift flying hours Another bright day,With its tears and its smiles, Has vanished away.Thou who dost number Our ...
Old Mate! In the gusty old weather, When our hopes and our troubles were new, In the years spent in ...
Wise men in their bad hours have envied The little people making merry like grasshoppers In spots of sunlight, hardly ...
The room is quiet, thoughts alone People its mute tranquillity; The yoke put on, the long task done, I am, ...
Where the thistle lifts a purple crown Six foot out of the turf, And the harebell shakes on the windy ...
There is a looker-on who sits behind my eyes. I seems he has seen things in ages and worlds beyond ...
Prelude Blue storm-clouds in hot heavens of mid-July Hung heavy, brooding over land and sea: Our hearts, a-tremble, throbbed in ...
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