Look And List, Love (Mattie Griffith Browne Poems)
LIST, love, oh listen as the breezeGoes softly floating by,And to thine ear 'twill sweetly breatheMy young heart's tenderest sigh;And ...
LIST, love, oh listen as the breezeGoes softly floating by,And to thine ear 'twill sweetly breatheMy young heart's tenderest sigh;And ...
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *To-night ...
Night in Seville, and the twinkle Of stars in the far azure set,The mandolin's torturing tinkle, The click of the castanet!Music and ...
From the idyll "Wild Thorn and Lily"O Maytime woods! O Maytime lanes and hours!And stars, that knew how often there ...
Wife of Rev. WILLIAM H. C. ROBERTSON, died at Magnolia, East Florida,January 13th, aged 34.Our buds have faded,--winter's frigid breath Sigh'd ...
ACACIAS here inclinedTheir friendly heads in thick profusion, planted,And with a thousand tendrils clasp'd and twined;And when at fervid noon ...
She was fair as a Passion-flower, (But little of love he knew.)Her lucent eyes were like amber wine, And her eyelids stained ...
DARK is the iris meadow,Dark is the ivory tower,And lightly the young moth's shadowSleeps on the passion-flower.Gone are our day's ...
Oh, cut me reeds to blow upon, Or gather me a star,But leave the sultry passion-flowers Growing where they are.I fear their ...
There is but one place in the world:-Thither where he lies buried! ...
Come into the garden, Maud, For the black bat, Night, has flown, Come into the garden, Maud, ...
FIG-TREES, weird fig-treesMade of thick smooth silver,Made of sweet, untarnished silver in the sea-southern air--I say untarnished, but I mean ...
THERE is a garden, scene of sad delight,Where oft my mournful spirit loves to rove,When all is silent round at ...
Not the light of the long blue Summer,Nor the flowery huntress, Spring,Nor the chilly and moaning Winter,Doth peace to my ...
" WHAT dost thou here, Thou dusky courtier, Within the pinky palace of the rose? Here ...
She said to him, "Unless, when I am deadFrom out the green sod of my lowly graveA crimson rose should ...
I Like a gaunt, scraggly pine Which lifts its head above the mournful sandhills; And patiently, through dull years of ...
Come into the garden, Maud, For the black bat, Night, has flown, Come into the garden, Maud, I am here ...
Come into the garden, Maud, For the black bat, Night, has flown, Come into the garden, Maud, I am here ...
not of silver nor of coral, but of weatherbeaten laurel. Here, he introduced a sea uniform like tapestry; here, a ...
THE moon is now an opening flower, The sky a cliff of blue. The moon is now a silver rose; ...
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