The Silver Wedding (Albert Pike Poems)
A MasqueJAMES ALEXANDER WILLIAMSON: ANN WHITFIELD GREGORY: Married April 7, 1853. Annus Eighteen Hundred and Fifty-three. Annus Eighteen Hundred and ...
A MasqueJAMES ALEXANDER WILLIAMSON: ANN WHITFIELD GREGORY: Married April 7, 1853. Annus Eighteen Hundred and Fifty-three. Annus Eighteen Hundred and ...
It was on Burray's seabeat Isle,Where Fairies dwelt in days of yore,That Richard's lowly cottage stood,Near where old Neptune's briny ...
For A FairPRINTEMPS.SWEET SPRING stands blushing 'mid the flowers, Heralded by benignant showers,And soft airs through the young leaves sighing ...
'TWAS at the time the moon's broad shieldShone 'midst the vaulted skies,While trembling round, in regal state,The starry myriads rise.Her ...
I hate your Sterne, though still at times, When for a lighter half-hour yearning,I toss aside unfinish'd rhymes For Uncle ...
'With cheerless gloom and storm-portending cloudsRude Winter brushes from Antarctic wilds,The front of Heav'n, in murky vapours shrouds,Then bursts his ...
Darkly, between two worlds, Darkly, impeded; What it might joy at Not seen as needed. Such winsome coils in a ...
I stand at noon upon the heated flags At the bleached crossing of two streets, and dream ...
Written from the Plymouth where portentous mistPasses its hands across the tattered theatres'Faces, hit houses hate to hate but must;Recumbent ...
You brave heroic minds, Worthy your country's name, That honour still pursue, Go, and subdue, Whilst loit'ring hinds Lurke here ...
Tobacco smoke drifts up to the dim ceiling From half a dozen pipes and cigarettes, Curling in endless shapes, in ...
FORLORN, my Love, no comfort near, Far, far from thee, I wander here; Far, far from thee, the fate severe, ...
Mother of musings, Contemplation sage, Whose grotto stands upon the topmost rock Of Teneriffe; 'mid the tempestuous night, On which, ...
FOR the fairest maid in Hampton They needed not to search, Who saw young Anna favor Come walking into church,-- ...
I sit on the tracks, a hundred feet from earth, fifty from the water. Gerald is inching toward me as ...
So was their sanctuary violated, So their fair college turned to hospital; At first with all confusion: by and by ...
I sit on the tracks, a hundred feet from earth, fifty from the water. Gerald is inching toward me as ...
Hard by the road, where on that little mound The high grass rustles to the passing breeze, The child of ...
(To Robert Graves) I Here I'm sitting in the gloom Of my quiet attic room. France goes rolling all around, ...
PART I O! nothing earthly save the ray (Thrown back from flowers) of Beauty's eye, As in those gardens where ...
High on a throne of royal state, which far Outshone the wealth or Ormus and of Ind, Or where the ...
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