The Death Of President Lincoln (Joseph Furphy Poems)
(A Romance.)December 11th, 1867.The fleecy clouds had passed awayBefore the bright approach of day,And now the morning's radiance shinesUpon an ...
(A Romance.)December 11th, 1867.The fleecy clouds had passed awayBefore the bright approach of day,And now the morning's radiance shinesUpon an ...
I lay upon the headland-height, and listenedTo the incessant sobbing of the sea In caverns under me,And watched the waves, that ...
On the 5th of January,!878, three of the Irish political prisoners, who had been confined since!866, were set at liberty. ...
I know not whence; but on the morning airA ghastly whisper pales my waking cheek;A shudder in its warning seems ...
"She is here! "to my wild heart I murmurI repeat, "It is she, it is she!"But my wild heart, growing ...
IWithin a sultry desert land,Where neither flowers nor shadows are,Hid to the breast in shifting sandThere stands an image secular.Where ...
The Blue Sky arches o'er mountain and valley, The scene is as fair as a scene can be,But I'm breaking my ...
A NEW-BORN INFANT, 1821.She lives--that first pulsation of the heartIs life!--receive, dear babe, thy destin'd part;Yet frail thy being as ...
'TIS done--the night has pass'd away; And, basking in the sunny day, The laughing fountain's waters bear No record of ...
I wonder if the spell, the mystery,That like a haze about your silence clings,Moulding your void until we seem to ...
1660At last the long darkness of anarchy lifts, and the dawn o'er the grayIn rosy pulsation floods; the tremulous amber ...
.Comrades, leave me here a little, while as yet 't is early morn: Leave me here, and when you want ...
Across the trackless seas I go, No matter when or where,And few my future lot will know, And fewer still ...
2 CORINTHIANS, vii. 5. WHEN shall I sleep that long, long Sleep,From which no human voice can wake me--When o'er ...
I buy no more from merchants of bought dreams, For I have greater memories than these bring Back from their ...
I. He was a Grecian lad, who coming home With pulpy figs and wine from Sicily Stood at his galley's ...
Well, Mabel, 'tis over and ended--- The ball I wrote was to be; And oh! it was perfectly splendid--- If ...
Comrades, leave me here a little, while as yet 't is early morn: Leave me here, and when you want ...
He felt the entrance's green darkness wrapped cooly round him like a silken cloak that he was still accepting and ...
Man looking into the sea, taking the view from those who have as much right to it as you have ...
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