On Winter (George Moses Horton Poems)
When smiling Summer's charms are past, The voice of music dies; Then Winter pours his chilling blast From rough inclement skies. The pensive dove ...
When smiling Summer's charms are past, The voice of music dies; Then Winter pours his chilling blast From rough inclement skies. The pensive dove ...
WHERE ancient broken wall encloses round,From tread of lawless feet, the hallowed ground,And sombre yews their dewy branches wave,O'er many ...
Ladies! (I hope there's none behind to hear)I long to whisper something in your ear:A secret, which does much my ...
Hush! how heavily droops the night In sultry silence, calm as death;Gloomy and hot, and yet no light, Save where the glow-worm ...
Hush, my darling, sleep again!Sleep, there's nothing here,Nothing is my babe can fear;Moonbeams, the still sleep, and I.All things hushing ...
Hark! Now everything is still,The screech-owl and the whistler shrill,Call upon our dame aloud,And bid her quickly don her shroud!Much ...
Hark, now everything is still;The screech-owl and the whistler shrillCall upon our dame aloud,And bid her quickly don her shroud;Much ...
Thrice toss these oaken ashes in the air,Thrice sit thou mute in this enchanted chair,Then thrice three times tie up ...
The clock struck twelve; o'er half the globeDarkness had spread her pitchy robe:Morpheus, his feet with velvet shod,Treading as if ...
NOW seated secure round this bright cheery fire,A ditty from me why so earnest require?A tale full of horrors, you ...
God had called us, and we came;Our loved Earth to ashes left; Heaven was a neighbor's house,Open flung to us, ...
Row after row with strict impunityThe headstones yield their names to the element,The wind whirs without recollection;In the riven troughs ...
Speaking of banks, I'm bound to say That a bank of tin is far the best, And I know ...
A GOTHIC BALLAD. MOURNING muse, record a ditty,Of two tender lovers dear:A heart of marble sure must pity,The woes of ...
I myself saw furious with bloodNeoptolemus, at his side the black Atridae,Hecuba and the hundred daughters, PriamCut down, his filth ...
WHERE the hoarse billows rush upon the shore, Where shrieks some screech-owl's melancholy voice,Where the bleak winds in ...
Oh, very gloomy is the house of woe, Where tears are falling while the bell is knelling, With all the ...
Mother of musings, Contemplation sage, Whose grotto stands upon the topmost rock Of Teneriffe; 'mid the tempestuous night, On which, ...
TERRIFIC FIEND! thou Monster fell, Condemn'd in haunts profane to dwell, Why quit thy solitary Home, O'er wide Creation's paths ...
God had called us, and we came; Our loved Earth to ashes left; Heaven was a neighbor's house, Open to ...
Some one came knocking At my wee, small door; Someone came knocking; I'm sure-sure-sure; I listened, I opened, I looked ...
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