A Broadway Idyl (Mary Eliza Perine Tucker Lambert Poems)
For hours I stood upon The Bridge,1Which looms like a volcanic ridge,Above a scathing fire below.A flaming crater of burning ...
For hours I stood upon The Bridge,1Which looms like a volcanic ridge,Above a scathing fire below.A flaming crater of burning ...
Thy elder Look, Great Janus, castInto the long Records of Ages past:Review the Years in fairest Action drestWith noted White, ...
Remote, unfriended, melancholy, slowOr by the lazy Scheldt or wandering Po,OR onward, where the rude Corinthian boorAgainst the houseless stranger ...
And now good Reader, I return againTo talk with thee, who hast been at the painTo read throughout, and heed ...
SPIRIT 'I was an infant when my mother went To see an atheist burned. She took me there. The dark-robed priests were met ...
Ah! weary Priest! — with pale hands pressedOn thy throbbing brow of pain,Baffled in thy life-long quest,Overworn with toiling vain,How ...
CUBA, of what avail that thou art fair! Pearl of the seas, the pride of the Antilles! If thy poor sons, have ...
Say, dearest Villiers, poor departed friend,(Since fleeting life thus suddenly must end)Say, what did all thy busy hopes avail,That anxious ...
I. She comes, benign enchantress, heav'n born PEACE! With mercy beaming in her radiant eye; She bids the horrid din of battle cease, And ...
WHAT can I write in thee, O dainty book, About whose daintiness faint perfume lingers- Into whose pages dainty ladies ...
By blue Patapsco's billowy dash,The tyrant's war-shout comes,Along with the cymbal's fitful clash,And the growl of his sullen drams,We bear ...
In serious jest, and jesting seriousness, I strive to scourge polluting beastliness; I invocate no Delian deity, No sacred offspring of Mnemosyne; I pray ...
Love is the sepulchre of all my sin,If it be sin to let the body sinkIn that slow dying the ...
Gazing upon the toiling seas,In gloomy rows the silent captives sate;And as the ship rode off before the breeze,They murmured ...
THERE'S a mansion old 'mid the hills of the west,So old, that men know not by whom it was built;But ...
As years passed on, no wonder, eachAn inward grace revealed;For where the soul is peace and love,It may not be ...
'Twas at that season, when the gloomOf cheerless Winter's pass'd away,And flowers spring up, with sweet perfume,To scent the breeze ...
Many a green isle needs must be In the deep wide sea of Misery, Or the mariner, worn and wan, ...
SCENE.--A Ravine of Icy Rocks in the Indian Caucasus. Prometheus is discovered bound to the Precipice. Panthea and Ione areseated ...
Mean while the heinous and despiteful act Of Satan, done in Paradise; and how He, in the serpent, had perverted ...
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