Judith (Eloise Alberta Bibb Poems)
IO, that the years had language! time would tell,Of one bright night the moon has loved so well, For oft ...
IO, that the years had language! time would tell,Of one bright night the moon has loved so well, For oft ...
The sun has sunk 'neath yonder distant hill,A hush pervades the world and all is still; And twilight shadows lengthen ...
Where Sydney Cove her lucid bosom swells,And with wide arms the indignant storm repels;High on a rock amid the troubled ...
No tread of armed men; No lightning-flash, and then The thunder's roar! No life-blood ebbing fast; No bugle's rallying blast; ...
THREE captains went to Indian wars, And only one returned: Their mate of yore, he singly wore The laurels all ...
I I have lived with shades so long, And talked to them so oft, Since forth from cot and croft ...
To Jenny came a gentle youth From inland leazes lone; His love was fresh as apple-blooth By Parrett, Yeo, or ...
I In days when men had joy of war, A God of Battles sped each mortal jar; The peoples pledged ...
I Like a gaunt, scraggly pine Which lifts its head above the mournful sandhills; And patiently, through dull years of ...
To-night I tread the unsubstantial way That looms before me, as the thundering night Falls on the ocean: I must ...
To-night I tread the unsubstantial way That looms before me, as the thundering night Falls on the ocean: I must ...
As evening falls, The walls grow luminous and warm, the walls Tremble and glow with the lives within them moving, ...
How he sleepeth! having drunken Weary childhood's mandragore, From his pretty eyes have sunken Pleasures, to make room for more--- ...
To the Memory of the Household It Describes This Poem is Dedicated by the Author "As the Spirit of Darkness ...
Dagonet, the fool, whom Gawain in his mood Had made mock-knight of Arthur's Table Round, At Camelot, high above the ...
The bows glided down, and the coast Blackened with birds took a last look At his thrashing hair and whale-blue ...
THE CHILDREN awoke in their dreaming While earth lay dewy and still: They followed the rill in its gleaming To ...
I WOULD I could weave in The colour, the wonder, The song I conceive in My heart while I ponder, ...
WHERE we sat at dawn together, while the star-rich heavens shifted, We were weaving dreams in silence, suddenly the veil ...
A dream tree, Polly's tree: a thicket of sticks, each speckled twig ending in a thin-paned leaf unlike any other ...
The innocent, sweet Day is dead. Dark Night hath slain her in her bed. O, Moors are as fierce to ...
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