The Mother’s Lament (Mary Eliza Perine Tucker Lambert Poems)
UPON THE LOSS OF HER CHILDREN'S PHOTOGRAPHS AT SEAHast thou no mercy, wind, that thou should'st tear from me,All that ...
UPON THE LOSS OF HER CHILDREN'S PHOTOGRAPHS AT SEAHast thou no mercy, wind, that thou should'st tear from me,All that ...
Ah! Strephon, how can you despiseHer, who without thy pity dies!To Strephon I have still been true,And of as noble ...
Oh! who would cherish life,And cling unto this heavy clog of clay,Love this rude world of strife,Where glooms and tempests ...
In Life's Red Sea with faith I plant my feet, And wait the sound of that sustaining word Which long ago the ...
There are many kinds of anger, as many kinds of fire;And some are fierce and fatal with murderous desire;And some ...
Farewell! Forget the days of trial,Of grudge, ill humor, misery--Tempests of heart and floods of weeping,And the revengeful jealousy.Ah, but ...
Heroes of elder days! untaught to yield,Who bled for Spain on many an ancient field;Ye, that around the oaken cross ...
NEXT, to a graver tribe we turn our view,And yield the praise to worth and science due,But this with serious ...
But now Sabrina's guilty fire returns, Her bosom with the raging passion burns: She with a female tenderness relents, And ...
Up yonder in Buena ParkThere is a famous spot,In legend and in historyYclept the Waller Lot.There children play in daytimeAnd ...
Woe, woe is me! for whither can I fly? Where hide me from Mathesis' fearful eye? Where'er I turn the ...
Now the high holocaust of hours is done,And all the west empurpled with their death,How swift oblivion drinks the fallen ...
It was him, who, on the marble edges of my Dream, tonight, Standing invincibly like a rock, Immersing his fiery ...
Across the Eastern sky has glowed The flicker of a blood-red dawn, Once more ...
O that a fortnight's Truce of God might sound!O that this land of eloquence and witIn the rich tones that ...
I. HOw comes the Day orecast ? the Flaming Sun Darkn'd at Noon, as if his Course were run ? ...
Against the rubber tongues of cows and the hoeing hands of men Thistles spike the summer air And crackle open ...
Up yonder in Buena Park There is a famous spot, In legend and in history Yclept the Waller Lot. There ...
(To my Friend Henry Irving) The silent room, the heavy creeping shade, The dead that travel fast, the opening door, ...
EXULT MY MUSE! exult to see Each envious, waspish, jealous thing, Around its harmless venom fling, And dart its powerless ...
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