The Widow Of Crescentius : Part I. (Felicia Dorothea Hemans Poems)
'Midst Tivoli's luxuriant glades,Bright-foaming falls, and olive shades,Where dwelt, in days departed long,The sons of battle and of song,No tree, ...
'Midst Tivoli's luxuriant glades,Bright-foaming falls, and olive shades,Where dwelt, in days departed long,The sons of battle and of song,No tree, ...
Keen was the blast, and bleak the morn, When Lucy took her way, To seek the wretch, whose perjur'd vows ...
ON REMOVING FROM HER NATIVE VILLAGE. The golden rays of sunset fall on a snow-clad hill, As standing ...
The golden rays of sunset fall on a snow-clad hill, As standing by my window I gaze there long ...
The river on the east Ripples its azure flood within my sight; And, darting from the ...
I saw him stand, a Polar man, Cold anger in his frigid eye,Facing it wild, unruly clan Who poised their ...
I have come to tell the glorious news you'll all be glad to hear,Of the pleasant alterations that are taking ...
You named it better than you knew Who called yon little town Lachine, Though through the lapse of years betweenThe ...
As once I dreamed, methought I strayedWithin a snow-clad mountain's shade;From whose far height the silence boreOne charm?d word, "Excelsior!"And, ...
Dismal day, with the weather inclement.Inconsolably rivulets runDown the porch in front of the doorway;Through my wide-open windows they come.But ...
My life has not reached noon, Yet I have grown aweary of the way Pursued but in keeping doubts at ...
The earth-bound giant now is free, is free; The last fight over, and the last moan still; No ...
ENGLAND, our England, thou whose swaySpreads o'er broad lands and boundless sea,Tho' thro' the wide world far they stray,Thy children's ...
'Tis not winter time yet, my dear heart,Though autumn has crept through the air;'Tis not time to be sad and ...
There was a youth around whose early way White angels hung in converse and sweet choir, Teaching in summer clouds ...
Just over the horizon a great machine of death is roaring and rearing. One can hear it always. Earthquake, starvation, ...
I My hair is gray, but not with years, Nor grew it white In a single night, As men's have ...
BOOK FIRST. I. ALL valor died not on the plains of Troy. Awake, my Muse, awake! be thine the joy ...
There was a youth around whose early way White angels hung in converse and sweet choir, Teaching in summer clouds ...
And wouldst thou seek the low abode Where PEACE delights to dwell? Pause Traveller on thy way of life! With ...
I O THOU, that sit'st upon a throne, With harp of high majestic tone, To praise the King of kings; ...
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